Top 100 Meredith Duran Quotes
#1. On a breath, he leaned forward. It was such a small space to close. Such an infinite distance to cross.
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#2. Elizabeth is stumbling about the Stromonds' ballroom with all the grace of a baby elephant. Granted, she doesn't weigh much, but it may prove fatal to the Stromonds' porcelain.
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#3. Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence.
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#4. Her spine wasn't really made of steel, after all. That was a silly saying, made up by someone who had never felt what it meant to be broken.
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#5. Lord John: 'The court has suffered most sorely for your absence. We hardly know where to find our amusement now.'
Lady Nora: 'I am sorry to hear that, I suppose it takes some wit to produce one's own entertainment. Are you often bored?
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#6. Miss Masters was not content with threatening to hire away his staff, oh no. First, she had to perfume it.
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#7. His hand still rested on her breast, but his fingers had stilled. The touch that had been so agitating now felt comforting. As though he soothed her by it.
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#8. He see's the world the way cynics do; Not looking for false Hope.
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#9. For poor taste in husbands, her judgment rivaled Anne Boleyn's.
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#10. You came for me," she whispered.
His hand wound through her hair, cradling her. "I will always come for you," he said.
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#12. It is not proper, you being closeted up here with him
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"Delphinia, don't be absurd. I am so firmly on the shelf that the maids are tempted to dust me.
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#13. There had seemed no other way to view her, not until that moment when he'd fallen from the window. Rude shock: running down the lawn, the turf exploding from the bullets' impact, he had wondered, only once and without understanding his own feeling of loss, exactly what he was leaving behind.
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#14. Speak plainly, sir.'
'*Sir*? I say, Lyd. Are you always so formal with men you've made love with?'
The whip of her head caused the bird [on her hat] to saw wildly, like a famished woodpecker in range of a tree.
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#15. Only the tips of her stockings showed, quick flashes of white lace. She wore lace stockings to bed. Now, why should that be the best news he'd had all day? Should
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#16. Now, when he sat at the piano, he did not play music for the company the notes provided him. He played the music so she might hear it, and come a little closer to him as she listened.
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#17. Was not love a terrible thing? One thought one had learned to manage it, and then it sprang free again, rattling its claws in one's liver.
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#18. He was a bloody genius with these people, slicker than any confidence artist, more popular than whisky in a room full of Irishmen.
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#19. If something frightens you," he said, "that means it's the best place to start.
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#20. Kindness never cost me a penny," he said. "I see no need to hoard it." She
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#22. Now there was the rustling of skirts, and it kicked up her smell, that distinctive blend of vanilla and violets, lavender and roses - an entire moving garden with a kitchen thrown in for good measure, and God save the allergic.
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#23. It's very easy to resist men, isn't it? But managing to pick the right one
that is truly worthy of praise.
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#24. She had found the Tears of Idihet.
As she stared, they began to blur. Distantly she marveled at this: the wisdom of her body, which already understood the consequences of this discovery - the conclusions which her mind revolved and revolved around, but refused to grasp.
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#25. You will never forget?" He exhaled against her mouth. "I would wear you like a suit," he said hoarsely. "I would never let you go.
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#26. Life will always give you a reason to look away from opportunities. But courage means grabbing them, no matter the circumstances.
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#27. You're the lucky one. Otherwise you'd know there's a pleasure to be had from boredom. The best kind of pleasure: it means you've got nothing to worry about.
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#28. Mr. O'Shea," his wife said coolly. "Such language - " "One day you'll call me Nick." "One day I might call you Beelzebub. What of it?
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#29. A woman must guard her mysteries." "Perhaps true," he said, "if her mysteries are few in number. But I feel certain that a man could study you at his leisure and never find himself short on the most . . . pleasant brands of speculation.
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#30. She was not light, but she was not as heavy as she should be. Her bones should be made of iron, for what else was fit to support her bravado? It would shame generals. Emperors. Professional pirates.
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#31. Villainy was not simply the red raging glory of inflicting well-deserved pain; it was also the curdling knowledge of having inflicted injustice. A villain simply did not care. Only the victims did.
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#32. I'm so sorry. I read of it only yesterday. Otherwise, I would have come sooner.' And what good that reassurance was, he had no idea. I would not have come if her were alive, but I would have come at the very moment of his death, had I known of it. Yes, that must be very comforting to her.
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#33. I trust only you and the dark always to look at me so honestly.
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#34. You interest me,' he said, and his tone suggested this fact itself surprised him, meant something more to him than perhaps it should: a man surprised by being interested was living a piss-poor facsimile of life, in her view.
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#35. She did not feel anything so boring as beautiful. She felt fierce.
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#36. Perfection was not always beautiful: sometimes, it was terrifying.
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#37. Manners come down to a single principle, talk of nothing that might actually prove interesting.
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#38. He had worlds in his eyes; they were magnetic. He was a force of gravity, and his presence, even in this blackest moment, could not be confined to the small, dark space he had made here for himself.
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#39. Some people were like that; they could not escape criticism, because they never quite managed to convince themselves of the role everyone believed they should fill.
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#40. If you bring out the worst in a man, that doesn't mean you're to blame for his sin.
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#41. For a woman's words to wound would require a man to listen first!
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#42. Only dogs and cowards licked the boot that kicked them.
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#43. So you hate me now,' she said quietly. 'How convenient for you. As though everything I did for you no longer counts, because I deceived you.
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#44. Oh, this was a terrible flaw in her, this need to interfere and manage and fix things.
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#45. Canada is lovely," she breathed against his lips. "And you are lovely."
His laughter ghosted into her mouth. "That's my line, Lyd. You are supposed to think me handsome
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#46. Words are not the only way we communicate, you and I. They never were.
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#47. What modern art required was an imagination drawn to possibilities, rather than braced by smug presumptions.
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#48. To be studious was to be the opposite of boring, she had believed; it was to be so interested, so madly curious, that one simply could not wait for the answers to arrive on their own: one had to go chase them in the only manner available.
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#49. Time, he thought, was a privilege, and in a just world this would be their bed, and this night not worth counting, it being the first of innumerable shared nights to come. But now he knew why men married, for then time was theirs, a privilege and a claim; your time is all mine, he would tell her.
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#50. I've heard that sarcasm is no substitute for cleverness
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#51. She knew his secret: for all his wandering, his independence and his unorthodox ways, he took his responsibilities very seriously. He even borrowed others' responsibilities, making them his own simply because he thought this sort of service was owed to those whom he loved.
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#53. You said we must coexist peaceably,' he continued. 'I agree. Instruct me how.'
'That was a lie,' she said, her voice choked. 'I meant to trick you to my table. You know this!'
'Truths sometimes appear in unbidden forms.
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#54. The cat's tail was straying into her face again; she was forced to expel air in a most unbecoming fashion to avoid a mouthful of hair.
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#55. And the smile that lingered on his mouth now! Slow to spread, it assumed a mocking edge that - to her amazement - made her breath catch.
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#56. I'm here," he said into her ear, as the tears came faster. "Emma, I'm here with you now. Listen to me: I will always be here."Always, she thought. He said "always," but he had forgotten to say finally. Finally you are here. Thank God, finally at last.
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#57. Here, inside her rooms, as she stood naked before him, an enchanted silence enclosed them, profound and
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#58. He smiled. How kind of you to confirm what I already know. Perhaps next you will introduce me to myself. I hear I am quite popular.
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#59. If a woman could win love with her body, the world would have no bastards.
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#60. His slow smile might haved lured angels from heaven, flocking noisily, arms outstretched,happy to burn for him.
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#61. I admit, that the brain does not govern the body as well as one might wish- else all men would be saints and hell would be empty of lechers.
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#62. Wisdom told him that one did not share secrets until one was willing to hear them broadcasted.
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#63. No, thank you. I prefer my liquor cold.'
'Right. Or in a pipe, I suppose.'
Phin's brow lifted. 'What a clumsy way to drink liquor. Are you sure you're not concussed?
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#64. She urged him on; he remained with her, focused, his lips now on her shoulder, now on her jaw; a courtship above, a steady invasion below - she could make any noise, do anything she liked, he would never go -
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#65. This was banter, all right - pointed and spiky, the kind he'd expect from a bloke. A blunt tongue in an angel's body: it was the devil's own recipe to enamor him.
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#66. Spoken often enough, words become [became] nonsense.
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#67. You are thirty years old. It is time you overcame your objections to marriage." Michael could no longer follow even the smallest bit of this conversation. "What objections? I have no objections. I've simply never met a woman to inspire the thought.
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#68. With so many willing, complex women in the world, he had little respect for men who fixated on girlishness. Innocence was, by definition, an absence of experience - character - knowledge. To desire that absence seemed rather deviant.
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#70. It means that you are my freedom, love."
"Yes," she whispered. That was it exactly. "And you are mine.
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#71. There. That is the answer to this riddle. The promises I can make, and the one I can't. Gwen. I will never leave you willingly. Life is a risk, and so love is, as well. But I swear to God, you will not regret the gamble.
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#72. What a terrible thing it was to wish to be known, to be seen, when one's life depended on remaining unnoticed.
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#73. I'll draw up a list. [ ... ] You can give me a general idea, if you like: hair color, eye color-"
"None!"
"None? Bit of a tall order, there, Gwen. Aristocracy lacks for albinos.
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#74. He smiled at her: he simply couldn't help himself. He was so glad she'd wandered into his house to kill him.
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#75. A flash of anger made her turn back. When had he ever known the kind of vulnerability a woman must suffer, when left on her own to face the world? How could he know that a woman might seek any strategy to render herself ineligible, invisible?
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#76. Force persuades a person to speak, but it cannot guarantee his honesty. Quite the reverse: it will extract confessions from innocents and lies from simple sinners ...
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#77. If Gerry were dying of thirst and spotted Alex two feet from a well, he still would not think he required his younger brother's help. It simply would never occur to him that Alex might be able to provide it.
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#78. He knew himself well enough to know his own faults. Impatient and judgmental and stubborn and often too quick to act: he would try never to crush her, never to overwhelm her or bend her to his will, but if she did not demand only the best from him, it would happen. It might happen. Possibly.
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#79. She had that kind of power, though thank God she didn't know it. She had no idea that she could light up a room like a lamp at midnight. He
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#80. You are ... beyond my imagination. It's a wonder you can be touched at all.
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#81. For what is love but a great rebellion against caution and sense?
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#82. Might be a task as politically perilous to the former as the latter.
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#83. Why charm anyone? What a futile exercise it seemed now! People blew away like dandelion thistles, carried off by death or indifference or sheer, inexplicable whim. Why bother to grasp at them? One would only be disappointed eventually.
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#84. His fingers settled on her hair. The purest, softest shade of black. The shade one saw when one closed one's eyes, in a warm, comfortable place, to rest.
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#85. It was needlepoint, Mr. Burke. Tapestries are woven, you see, and I find it far more satisfying to stab than to weave.
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#86. Alex understood such discipline. He knew the rarity of it, and the cost. And on the rare occasions when he happened to touch her, he did wonder what else she might have been, if she had not been so determined to be typical.
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#87. She had told herself she should be reassured by his squeamishness; a man who balked at scars would not give her new ones. Now she suddenly wondered if she'd had it wrong. A man without scars would always underestimate their value. He would not see them as marks of courage.
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#88. When he entered after her, she saw that he meant to come straight to her, and she raised a hand. "No," she said. "Wait."
His footsteps halted. He had always listened to her, hadn't he? Had always heard her."
-Emma and Julian
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#89. A women's college is a fine idea, and I hope it continues to flourish. Even if most of its students go on to dedicate themselves to hearth and home, their children will benefit for their mothers' educations.
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#90. The hand of a woman may be soft, but her reach is long. And its subtlety does not make it any less effective!
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#91. Why did she think she had the right to speak to him in this manner? Why did he constantly invite it?
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#92. Six hours' uninterrupted sleep each night, correspondenceanswered promptly, tenants provided for, base temptations avoided,swearing curtailed, regular visits to church - this righteous routine kepthim on track, but he began to think it could not transform him.
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#93. Nobody belongs to that world ... Nobody feels as if they belong, at any rate. They're all watching each other
fearful of the laughter coming from across the room, wondering to themselves, are they the target? Are they the joke?
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#94. She had told the truth: she did not like to dance. Men assumed that a spinster wanted for excitement. Dried-up. They made a point of spinning her wildly across the floor. Once she had fallen, and thereafter she'd declined all invitations.
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#95. She had always loved him, after all. And perhaps he knew it. Perhaps he saw more than she had suspected. And despite it, he did not look away.
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#96. How could any woman's skin be so soft? It was as if the world had never touched her.
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#97. I deserve better - such a dangerous, mad thought for a woman to entertain.
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#98. A small mole marked the corner of her right eye, as if the devil had pressed a dark kiss to the tender skin there, giving her his mark before unleashing her on humanity.
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#99. Everybody knew that he spent an hour each morning hopping about and kicking things like a maddened rabbit
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#100. Modesty, if you consider it, is the most unforgivable sort of falsehood: it's a lie that does damage to no one but yourself.
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