390 Quotes by Tessa Dare

Penny did, however, emerge from adolescence with unparalleled accomplishment in one pursuit.Caring.Nothing pleased her more than looking after those around her. Feeding them, warming them, protecting them, giving them a home. She doled out affection from an endless supply.

There are all kinds of courage in the world, and most of it takes place far from battlefields.

She was so desperate to love and be loved, she could sprout tender feelings toward a rock. And rocks didn’t call her “bewitching” or “temptress.” Rocks didn’t have touchable golden brown hair.But rocks and Ransom did have something in common.Neither one would love her back.

As the new day dawns, and my inkwell runs dry, I hereby make a vow. Not a vow to the man I once hoped to marry, but a promise to myself. From this morning forward, I will never shed another tear for him. There is no need. Because everything Lord Dashwood rejected when he so callously walked away — ­is mine to claim. Mine to use. My wit, my strength, and most of all — ­my heart. I will not put any of these on the shelf.

He didn't need to read a book on childbirth to know that the longer this went on, thee greater the danger to both Marigold and her kid. "I'll do it."Gabe didn't know what the hell he was doing, but he was dead certain about one thing: He had to be in love with Lady Penelope Campion. Nothing less could have persuaded him to do this.Penny, this is for you.He rolled his sleeve to his biceps, drew a deep breath through his mouth, and shook out his hand. "I'm going in.

He didn't need to read a book on childbirth to know that the longer this went on, the greater the danger to both Marigold and her kid. "I'll do it."Gabe didn't know what the hell he was doing, but he was dead certain about one thing: He had to be in love with Lady Penelope Campion. Nothing less could have persuaded him to do this.Penny, this is for you.He rolled his sleeve to his biceps, drew a deep breath through his mouth, and shook out his hand. "I'm going in.

Penny smoothed her gloved hands along the sheer silk netting that overlaid an underdress of ivory satin. The gauzy fabric was patterned with tiny pink roses connected by curling tendrils of green. The cap sleeves were fashioned from satin petals layered over creamy lace. A wide band of green velvet cinched her waist, and the daring neckline revealed the perfect amount of cleavage."Emma works miracles," she said."The beauty is all in the wearer," Emma said graciously.

The love of books was an instant connection, and a true boon for a girl who tended toward shyness, because it was a source of endless conversation.

This?” the duchess asked.“Yes. That.”“I will tell you exactly what this is.” She lifted her chin, then turned to Pauline. “It’s exceedingly poor handiwork. Very bad indeed, Miss Simms. I expected better of you.” She cast the entire mess of yarn into the coal grate.Pauline rolled her eyes at the Bible. “Hypocrite,” she pronounced softly, with perfect diction.