Just Like Heaven Quotes

“He’d spent his life being a perfect gentleman. He’d never been a flirt. He’d never been a rogue. He hated being the center of attention, but by God, he wanted to be the center of her attention. He wanted to do the wrong thing, the bad thing. He wanted to pull her into his arms and carry her to her bed. He wanted to peel every last inch of her clothing from her body, and then he wanted to worship her. He wanted to show her all the things he wasn’t sure he knew how to say.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“No. Haven’t you been listening?”

Marcus would always remember that moment. It was to be the first time he would ever be faced with that most vexing of female quirks: the question that had nothing but wrong answers.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“Well,” she finally said, “he’s coming back shortly, so you are absolved of your responsibilities.”

“No.” The word came from him like an oath, emerging from the very core of his being.

She looked at him in impatient confusion. “What do you mean?”

He stepped forward. He wasn’t sure what he was doing. He knew only that he couldn’t stop. “I mean no. I don’t want to be absolved.”

Her lips parted. He took another step. His heart was pounding, and something within him had gone hot, and greedy, and if there was anything in the world besides her, besides him—he did not know it.

“I want you,” he said, the words blunt, and almost harsh, but absolutely, indelibly true.

“I want you,” he said again, and he reached out and took her hand. “I want you.”

“Marcus, I—”

“I want to kiss you,” he said, and he touched one finger to her lips. “I want to hold you.”

And then, because he couldn’t have kept it inside for one second longer, he said, “I burn for you.”

He took her face in his hands and he kissed her. He kissed her with everything that had been building within him, every last aching, hungry burst of desire. Since the moment he had realized he loved her, this passion had been growing within him. It had probably been there all along, just waiting for him to realize it.

He loved her.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“If you do not apologize to Lady Honoria,” Marcus said, his voice so mild as to be terrifying, “I will kill you.”
There was a collective gasp, and Daisy faked a swoon, sliding elegantly into Iris, who promptly stepped aside and let her hit the floor.
“Oh, come now,” Mr. Grimston said. “Surely it won’t come to pistols at dawn.”
“I’m not talking about a duel,” Marcus said. “I mean I will kill you right here.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“I shall have one, too," he told her. "So that you don't feel alone."

She tried not to smile. "That is most generous of you."

"I am quite certain it is my gentlemanly duty."

"To eat cake?"

"It is one of the more appealing of my gentlemanly duties," he allowed.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“He gave her his best smile. His
best I-almost-died-so-how-can-you-deny-me smile. Or at least
that’s how he hoped it appeared. The truth was, he wasn’t a very
accomplished flirt, and it might very well have come across as an Iam-
mildly-deranged-so-it’s-in-all-of-our-best-interests-if-youpretend-
to-agree-with-me smile.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“How do you feel?” she asked, trying to fluff his pillow. “Other than terrible, I mean.”
He moved his head slightly to the side. It seemed to be a sickly interpretation of a shrug.
“Of course you’re feeling terrible,” she clarified, “but is there any change? More terrible? Less terrible?”
He made no response.
“The same amount of terrible?”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“And then, well . . . He might have slept for a bit. He rather hoped he was sleeping, because he was quite certain he’d seen a six-foot rabbit hopping through his bedchamber, and if that wasn’t a dream, they were all in very big trouble.

Although really, it wasn’t the rabbit that was so dangerous as much as the giant carrot he was swinging about like a mace.

That carrot would feed an entire village.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“Watch over Honoria, will you? See that she doesn’t marry an idiot.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“Every unmarried man is looking for a wife. They just don't always know it.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“He loved her.
He wanted her.
He needed her.
And he needed her now.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“You are always looking at people like this.” And then she made a face, one he couldn’t possibly begin to describe.
“If I ever look like that,” he said dryly, “precisely like that, to be more precise, I give you leave to shoot me.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“He was not quite sure how to phrase it, so he finally went with,
haltingly, “I don’t enjoy being at the center of attention.”
Her head tilted to the side, she regarded him for a long moment
before saying, “No. You don’t.” And then: “You were always a
tree.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Her eyes grew sentimental. “When we performed our awful
pantomimes as children. You were always a tree.”
“I never had to say anything.”
“And you always got to stand at the back.”
He felt himself smile, lopsided and true. “I rather liked being a
tree.”
“You were a very good tree.” She smiled then, too—a radiant,
wondrous thing. “The world needs more trees.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“In his heart, she’d been smiling for him.

But now she was smiling at Colin Bridgerton, he of the famous charm and sparkling green eyes.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“Thank you,” she whispered, sending up a quick prayer for his continued recovery.
“You’re welcome,” Marcus murmured.
Honoria let out a little shriek of surprise, jumping back nearly a foot.
“Sorry,” he said, but he was laughing.
It was quite the loveliest sound Honoria had ever heard.
“I wasn’t thanking you,” she said pertly.
“I know.” He smiled”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“It’s a curse, really,” Lady Danbury said. “I’m the only person I
know my age who has perfect hearing.”
“Most would call that a blessing.”
She snorted. “Not with that musicale looming over the horizon.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“Love works in mysterious ways,”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“Marcus’s appearance the
day before had been discussed, dissected, analyzed, and—by Lady
Sarah Pleinsworth, Honoria’s cousin and one of her closest friends
—rendered into poetry.
“He came in the rain,” Sarah intoned. “The day had been plain.”
Honoria nearly spit out her tea.
“It was muddy, this lane—”
Cecily Royle smiled slyly over her teacup. “Have you
considered free verse?”
“—our heroine, in pain—”
“I was cold,” Honoria put in.
Iris Smythe-Smith, another of Honoria’s cousins, looked up with
her signature dry expression. “I am in pain,” she stated.
“Specifically, my ears.”
Honoria shot Iris a look that said clearly, Be polite. Iris just
shrugged.
“—her distress, she did feign—”
“Not true!” Honoria protested.
“You can’t interfere with genius,” Iris said sweetly.
“—her schemes, not in vain—”
“This poem is devolving rapidly,” Honoria stated.
“I am beginning to enjoy it,” said Cecily.
“—her existence, a bane . . .”
Honoria let out a snort. “Oh, come now!”
“I think she’s doing an admirable job,” Iris said, “given the
limitations of the rhyming structure.” She looked over at Sarah, who
had gone quite suddenly silent. Iris cocked her head to the side; so
did Honoria and Sarah.
Sarah’s lips were parted, and her left hand was still outstretched
with great drama, but she appeared to have run out of words.
“Cane?” Cecily suggested. “Main?”
“Insane?” offered Iris.
“Any moment now,” Honoria said tartly, “if I’m trapped here
much longer with you lot.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“I had the pleasure of dining with your
brother.”
“Gregory? Really? You’d classify it as a pleasure?” But he was
grinning as he said it, and Honoria could instantly picture what life
must be like in the Bridgerton household: a great deal of teasing and
a great deal of love.
“He was most gracious to me,” she said with a smile.
“Shall I tell you a secret?” Mr. Bridgerton murmured, and
Honoria decided that in his case, it was right and proper to listen to
gossip—he was an incredible flirt.
“Must I keep the secret?” she asked, leaning forward ever-soslightly.
“Definitely not.”
She gave him a sunny smile. “Then yes, please.”
Mr. Bridgerton leaned in, just about as far as she had done. “He
has been known to catapult peas across the supper table.”
Honoria gave him a very somber nod. “Has he done this
recently?”
“Not too recently, no.”
She pressed her lips together, trying not to smile. It was lovely
to witness this type of sibling teasing. There used to be so much of it
in her home, although most of the time she’d been but a witness.
She was so much younger than the rest of her siblings; in all
honesty, most of the time they’d probably just forgotten to tease
her.
“I have but one question, Mr. Bridgerton.”
He cocked his head.
“How was this catapult constructed?”
He grinned. “Simple spoon, Lady Honoria. But in Gregory’s
devious hands, there was nothing simple about it.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“Rehearsels, actually."
"Rehearsals?"
"For the-"
Oh,no.
"-musicale."
The Smythe-Smith musical.It finished off what the Crusades had begun.There wasn't a man alive who could maintain a romantic thought when faced with the memory-or the threat-of a Smythe-Smith musicale.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“He had to kiss her. He had to. It was as basic and elemental as his breath, his blood, his very soul. And when he did...
The earth stopped spinning.
The birds stopped singing.
Everything in the world came to a halt, everything but him and her and the feather-light kiss that connected them.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“People saw what they expected to see. It was one of the basic truisms of life.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“But he wanted to smile. He would have done, if he'd been able. Surely that had to be the most important thing.
The jabbing at his leg stopped for a bit, then started up again. Then there was a lovely, short pause, and then-
Damn, that hurt.
But not enough to cry out. Although he might have moaned. He wasn't sure. They'd poured hot water on him. Lots of it. He wondered if they were trying to poach his leg.
Boiled meat. How terribly British of them.
He chuckled. He was funny. Who knew he was so funny?
"Oh, my God!" he heard Honoria yell. "What did I do to him?"
He laughed some more. Because she sounded ridiculous.Almost as if she were speaking through a foghorn.Oooorrrrhhhh myyy Grrrrrrrrrd.
He wondered if she could hear it,too.
Wait a moment..Honoria was asking what she'd done to him?Did that mean she was wielding the scissors now?He wasn't sure how he ought to feel about this.
On the other hand...boiled meat!
He laughed again,deciding he didn't care.God,he was funny.How was it possible no one had ever told him he was funny before?”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“He blinked a few times, each motion so slow that he was never quite sure if he’d get his eyes open again. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Funny how he was only just realizing it. Funnier still that he couldn’t seem to summon any concern for her maidenly sensibilities.
She might be blushing. He couldn’t tell. It was too dark to see. But it didn’t matter. This was Honoria. She was a good egg. A sensible egg. She wouldn’t be scarred forever by the sight of his chest.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“The girl doesn’t need a violin,” he added. “She needs to have
her hands bound so she can never touch an instrument again.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“There,” she said triumphantly. “Like that.”
He began to wonder if they were speaking the same language.
“Like what?”
“That! What you just said.”
He crossed his arms. It seemed the only acceptable reply. If she
couldn’t speak in complete sentences, he saw no reason why he
had to speak at all.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“We are going to pick up our instruments and play Mozart,”
Honoria announced. “And we are going to do it with smiles on our
faces.”
“I have no idea what any of you are talking about,” Daisy said.
“I will play,” Sarah said, “but I make no promises about a
smile.” She looked at the piano and blinked. “And I am not picking
up my instrument.”
Iris actually giggled. Then her eyes lit up. “I could help you.”
“Pick it up?”
Iris’s grin grew positively devilish. “The window is not far . . .”
“I knew I loved you,” Sarah said with a wide smile.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“Nothing like trapping the gentlemen where they couldn't get away.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“She thumped her weapon (others might call it a cane, but he
knew better) against the floor. “Fell off your horse?”
“No, I—”
“Tripped down the stairs? Dropped a bottle on your foot?” Her
expression grew sly. “Or does it involve a woman?”
He fought the urge to cross his arms. She was looking up at him
with a bit of a smirk. She liked poking fun at her companions; she’d
once told him that the best part of growing old was that she could
say anything she wanted with impunity.
He leaned down and said with great gravity, “Actually, I was
stabbed by my valet.”
It was, perhaps, the only time in his life he’d managed to stun
her into silence.
Her mouth fell open, her eyes grew wide, and he would have
liked to have thought that she even went pale, but her skin had such
an odd tone to begin with that it was hard to say. Then, after a
moment of shock, she let out a bark of laughter and said, “No,
really. What happened?”
“Exactly as I said. I was stabbed.” He waited a moment, then
added, “If we weren’t in the middle of a ballroom, I’d show you.”
“You don’t say?” Now she was really interested. She leaned in,
eyes alight with macabre curiosity. “Is it gruesome?”
“It was,” he confirmed.
She pressed her lips together, and her eyes narrowed as she
asked, “And where is your valet now?”
“At Chatteris House, likely nicking a glass of my best brandy.”
She let out another one of her staccato barks of laughter.”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven

“He leaned down and whispered, “I love you,” in Honoria’s ear.
Just because he wanted to.
She didn’t look up, but she smiled.
And he smiled, too”
― Julia Quinn, Just Like Heaven