Julie-Anne Quotes

Of course you're sorry. The first words out of the mouths of men who are caught doing something they're only too happy to continue until they're caught.

It isn't a weakness to accept kindness. It isn't a weakness to allow yourself to be cared for.

If I was alone I'd find something to do. Read or work on homework or doodle, fake it, so if I was alone it'd look like I wanted to be alone.

There is no shame in having been the woman I was. She made me the woman I am.

Magnanimous of you.'His mouth twitched. 'Mmm. Use more words like that, please. Schoolmistress words. Long, impressive ones.' He'd made the last three words sound like an innuendo.

Life is too short for anger, resentment, hostility and "should have." It is too short to put off doing what brings you joy. Live each day as if it were your last, because one day it will be.

He was close enough now to see that her profile was designed to do dramatic things to hearts: stop them, steal them, break them.

Circumstances don't determine who you are, or what you will be. Only you do that. You either decide, or you don't. Even the decision not to decide was still yours.

The more I focus on the positive, the more positive my life becomes.

I don't know why I can't let the insults go, but I can't. I'm the product of every hurt that's ever been laid on me.

We all deserve to be treated with nothing but respect. In order to command respect from others, we must first and foremost respect ourselves.

The question remains... who takes care of you, Miss Vale?" "I might ask the same question of you, Lord Dryden.

Their faces were inches apart now, and he traced her lips with one finger, lightly, lightly, then placed his lips there as if he’d drawn them into being.

Only two things kept her from loathing him.The expression on his face when he'd said, "France." And the expression on his face when he'd said, "home.

He wished for access to all the world's languages at once, for then he would have a better word for how he felt and what she was.

Her laugh was wonderful. It was mischief made musical.

For if light had a sound, it was that laugh.

I will die, however, ” he said quite seriously, “if you leave me again. Just watch me.

I suppose we all tend to want the impossible. And sometimes in attempting it we achieve something near enough to the impossible to elicit satisfaction.

She charmed and sparkled and said witty things, but she knew very well she was being charming and sparkling and witty while she was doing it, which somehow felt wrong.