The best Book Quotes

I do my thieving indoors; you do yours on the stock exchange.

What a pity that I am not an honest man!

The train was rushing on, joyously, intoxicated with its own speed.

It was a strange ending to a voyage that had commenced in a most auspicious manner.

Do you want to go back to your solitaire, or would you prefer something that requires two people?

So much the better if no one can ever say with absolute certainty: There is Arsène Lupin! The essential point is that the public may be able to refer to my work and say, without fear of mistake: Arsène Lupin did that!

Arsène Lupin, the eccentric gentleman who operates only in the chateaux and salons, and who, one night, entered the residence of Baron Schormann, but emerged empty-handed, leaving, however, his card on which he had scribbled these words: "Arsène Lupin, gentleman-burglar, will return when the furniture is genuine."

I shall not be present at my trial.

"Do I look like a mess?" she asked.
He nodded. "But you're my mess," he whispered.

Was it possible to fall in love with the same man over and over again, every single day?

He murmured her name, tenderly taking her face in his hands. "I love you," he said, his voice low and fervent. "I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be. I love you with my past, and I love you for my future." He bent forward and kissed her, once, softly, on the lips. "I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for every one of my smiles, and even more, for every one of your smiles."

It suddenly made sense. Only twice in his life had he felt this inexplicable, almost mystical attraction to a woman. He'd thought it remarkable, to have found two, when in his heart he’d always believed there was only one perfect woman out there for him. His heart had been right. There was only one.

If you want to know if a gentleman loves you, there is only one true way to be sure. It's in his kiss. It's all there, in his kiss.

Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete. Who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. Its about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing all the way to your bones that she's simply the best person you've ever known.

Slowly breaking the kiss, he turned his face to the side. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were still standing in the foyer. Anthony was studying the ceiling, Benedict was pretending to inspect his fingernails, and Colin was staring quite shamelessly.

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together, but at the end of the day and most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore. I love you, Hyacinth Bridgerton. And I always will.

She tried to remind herself that beauty was only skin deep, but that didn't offer any helpful excuses when she was berating herself for never knowing what to say to people. There was nothing more depressing than an ugly girl with no personality.

Just be quiet and accept the praise.

He smiled, and suddenly she knew that his words were true. Everything would be all right. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but soon. Tragedy couldn't coexist in a world with one of Colin's smiles.

I would give the world to have one more person for whom I would lay down my life.

"You're going to be my grandmother."
"You silly child. In my heart, I've been your grandmother for years. I've just been waiting for you to make it official."

"You are not going to waltz in here and distract me with a clever phrase and a beguiling smile."
"You think my smile is beguiling?"

"I can live with you hating me," he said to the closed door. "I just can't live without you."

It was something in the way she moved.
Something in the way she breathed.
Something in the way she merely 'was' .
And he didn’t think he was ever going to get over it.

I am a moth to his flame, and he never hesitates to burn me.

Once there was a boy. He was, let us say, something like fourteen years old; long and loose jointed and towheaded. He wasn't good for much, that boy. His chief delight was to eat and sleep, and after that he liked best to make mischief.

No man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental, or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breathe.

Magic causes as much trouble as it cures.

Powerful infatuations can be induced by the skilful potioneer, but never yet has anyone managed to create the truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional attachment that alone can be called Love.

Clever as I am, I remain just as big a fool as anyone else.

To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered

The world will be saved and remade by dreamers

The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.

The most difficult thing to read is time. Maybe because it changes so many things.

People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.

But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.

Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.

Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.

Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon... is not the dragon the hero of his own story?

I couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what I wanted to be real.

To be rather than to seem.

I think looking forward will be better than looking back.

The truest tales require time and familiarity to become what they are.

Life takes us to unexpected places sometimes. The future is never set in stone, remember that.

People don't pay much attention to anything unless you give them reason to.

Not all stories speak to all listeners, but all listeners can find a story that does, somewhere, sometime. In one form or another.

Everyone wants the stars. Everyone wishes to grasp that which exists out of reach. To hold the extraordinary in their hands and keep the remarkable in their pockets.

Strange, isn't it? To love a book. When the words on the pages become so precious that they feel like part of your own history because they are. It's nice to finally have someone read stories I know so intimately.

Be brave. Be bold. Be loud. Never change for anyone but yourself.

For those who feel homesick for a place they’ve never been to. Those who seek even if they do not know what (or where) it is that they are seeking. Those who seek will find.