Georgette Heyer cytaty

„Zresztą Sylvester ma też cechy godne podziwu – ciągnęła księżna, reagując na ową uwagę jedynie lekkim uśmiechem. – A najdziwniejsze jest to, że część jego zalet też wynika z owej dumy. Nigdy by mu nie przyszło do głowy, by uchylić się choćby od najdrobniejszego zobowiązania wynikającego z jego pozycji. Niestety, ta jego troska o poddanych nie wypływa z serca. Została mu wpojona, uważa się za odpowiedzialnego za los zależnych od niego ludzi i przyjmuje na siebie to brzemię, lecz nie ma w nim owego współczucia, które rodzi prawdziwych dobroczyńców.”

„Zresztą Sylvester ma też cechy godne podziwu – ciągnęła księżna, reagując na ową uwagę jedynie lekkim uśmiechem.”

“You're only a man! You've not our gifts! I can tell you! Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all them contradictory!”

“There isso mortifying as to fall in love with someone who does not share one's sentiments.”

“It was growing late, and though one might stand on the brink of a deep chasm of disaster, one was still obliged to dress for dinner.”

“No one could have called Mr. Standen quick-witted, but the possession of three sisters had considerably sharpened his instinct of self-preservation.”

“Do you forget that I am your sister?”
“No; I’ve never been granted the opportunity to forget it.”

“I feel an almost overwhelming interest in the methods of daylight abduction employed by the modern youth.”

“She decided that her wisest course would be to put him out of her mind. After reaching this conclusion she lay thinking about him until at last she fell asleep.”

“[…]my memory is reasonably good—unlike yours, dear sir!”
“Mine is erratic,” he said imperturbably. “I remember only what interests me.”

“You may have married her, but she is mine. Do you think I shall let you take her? She may be ten times your wife, but, by God, you shall never have her.”

“What I mean is, like you to have everything you want. Wished it was me, that's all”

“Remind me one day to teach you how to achieve a sneer, Hugh. Yours is too pronounced, and thus but a grimace. It should be but a faint curl of the lips.”

“Well, you have the right to make a sacrifice of yourself, but I'll be damned if I'll let you sacrifice me!”

“And now I wish I hadn’t been civil, because he says he shall not despair! He is as stupid as Endymion!”
“No, no!” said Alverstoke soothingly. “Nobody could be as stupid as Endymion!”

“I comfort myself with the reflection that your wife will possibly be able to curb your desire--I admit, a natural one for the most part--to exterminate your fellows.”

“You know what I think? Fate! That's what it is fate! There's a thing that comes after a fellow:got a name, but I forgot what it is. Creeps up behind him, and puts him in the basket when he ain't expecting it.”

“I daresay Freddy might not be a great hand at slaying dragons- but one has not the smallest need of a man who can kill dragons!”

“His Grace was at her side, and lifted her down from the chair.
"My enfant," he said, "duchesses do not dance on chairs, nor do they call their brothers 'imbécile'."
Léonie's twinkled irrepressibly.
"I do," she said firmly.”

“You are an atrocious person! Since the day I met you I have become steadily more depraved.”

“Randall laid his hand on Stella's, but only to remove it from his sleeve. "My precious, you really must have some regard for my clothes," he said with gentle reproach. "Much as I love you, I cannot permit you to maul this particular coat.”

“Will you marry me, vile and abominable girl that you are?

Yes, but, mind, it only to save my neck from being wrung!”

“Léonie, you will do well to consider. You are not the first woman in my life."

She smiled through her tears. "Monseigneur, I would so much rather be the last woman than the first,” she said.”

“How very awkward places we do choose in which to propose to one another!' remarked Mr. Beaumaris”

“The charm of your society, my Sparrow, lies in not knowing what you will say next – though one rapidly learns to expect the worst!”

“Talking to you is like -- like talking to an eel!"

"No, is it? I've never tried to talk to an eel. Isn't it as waste of time?"

"Not such a waste of time as talking to you!”

“I don't know how it is… but you seem to think me something wonderful, and indeed, I am not.”

“O God, I love you to the edge of madness, Venetia, but I'm not mad yet--not so mad that I don't know how disastrous it might be to you--to us both! You don't realize what an advantage I should be taking of your innocence!”

“My house seems remarkably full of people," he observed. "Is it possible we were expected.”

“Is it not unsupportable to be held down to a canter when you long to gallop for miles?”

“People who start a sentence with personally (and they're always women) ought to be thrown to the lions. It's a repulsive habit.”