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“I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.”
― Charlotte Bront毛, Jane Eyre

“Take off your coat."
"Excuse me?"
"Take it off."
"No."
"I want it off."
"Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you. [Vishous to Jane]”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

“And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.”
― L.M. Montgomery

“I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

“Tell you what, you let me go, and I鈥檒l ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I鈥檓 slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

“No horse jokes," he said.
"My lord, I apologize for the horse joke. If you put down the book---unharmed!---I will give you a carrot."
He brandished the book at her. "Was that a horse joke?"
"Neigh."
"Was that a horse joke?”
― Cynthia Hand, My Lady Jane

“I don鈥檛 think my sister is old enough to have sex.鈥�

鈥淰, she鈥檚 the same age you are.鈥�

He frowned for a moment. Was she? Or had he been born first?”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unleashed

“I know I'm not inspiring much confidence at this point, but there's something else I thought I'd bring up.鈥� She lifted her eyes to him. 鈥淚 love you more than I love books.”
― Cynthia Hand, My Lady Jane

“What are you doing?"
"Ya!" said Jane, whirling around, her hands held up menacingly.
It was Mr. Nobley with coat, hat, and cane, watching her with wide eyes. Jane took several quick (but oh so casual) steps away from Martin's window.
"Um, did I just say, 'Ya'?"
"You just said 'Ya,'" he confirmed. "If I am not mistaken, it was a battle cry, warning that you were about to attack me.
I, uh..." She stopped to laugh. "I wasn't aware until this precise and awkward moment that when startled in a startled in a strange place, my instincts would have me pretend to be a ninja.”
― Shannon Hale, Austenland

“Jane, you are my confidante, my helpmate, my friend. My lover. You are everything the word wife means to me. In my heart, we are wed. In my soul, you are mine.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful

“Written on the mirror, revealed by the steam, were the words, I love you, Jane.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

“Life, deal gently with her ... Love, never desert her”
― L.M. Montgomery, Jane of Lantern Hill

“Vishous screamed.
The only thing that was louder was the
pop as the hip was relocated, as it were. And the last thing he saw before he checked out of the Conscious Inn & Suites was Jane's head whipping around in a panic. In her eyes was stark terror, as if the single worst thing that she could imagine was him in agony...
And that was when he knew that he still loved her.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Unleashed

“You make me want to suck a bruise on you just to kiss it better.
--Luc to Jane--”
― Rachel Gibson, See Jane Score

“When you came after me at the tavern, you nearly died." He looked wrecked at the memory. "You nearly died, and then who would I have argued with?"
"You'd have found someone."
"No." He stepped toward her. "I only want to argue with you.”
― Cynthia Hand, My Lady Jane

“Vanity, not love, has been my folly.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“She was breathtaking in her beauty and her human spirit, he thought, unable to speak as he gazed upon her. Hers was the sort that would not fade or grow jaded with time and years, but flourish, grow more radiant with life and its experience. Hers was a beauty that no other possessed. A beauty he longed to keep, to hide away, to bask in, himself alone. She had become his. He didn鈥檛 know when, whether it had been the moment her fingertips had touched him when he was hurt, or if it had grown, like a seed, slowing spreading until Jane had become the root anchoring the shattered pieces of his heart, pulling them tight together until it resembled the organ it should.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful

“It's the most charming thing about humans. You are all so sure that the lesser animals are bleeding with envy because they didn't have the good fortune to be born Homo sapiens.”
― Orson Scott Card, Speaker for the Dead

“And from the whole she deduced this useful lesson, that to go previously engaged to a ball, does not necessarily increase either the dignity or enjoyment of a young lady.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“We kiss. Her hands are freezing on my face, and she tastes like coffee and the smell of the onion is still stuck in my nose, and my lips are all dry from the endless winter. And it's awesome.”
― John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

“It would be most right, and most wise, and, therefore must involve least suffering.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

“Happiness

There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.

And how can you not forgive?
You make a feast in honor of what
was lost, and take from its place the finest
garment, which you saved for an occasion
you could not imagine, and you weep night and day
to know that you were not abandoned,
that happiness saved its most extreme form
for you alone.

No, happiness is the uncle you never
knew about, who flies a single-engine plane
onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes
into town, and inquires at every door
until he finds you asleep midafternoon
as you so often are during the unmerciful
hours of your despair.

It comes to the monk in his cell.
It comes to the woman sweeping the street
with a birch broom, to the child
whose mother has passed out from drink.
It comes to the lover, to the dog chewing
a sock, to the pusher, to the basket maker,
and to the clerk stacking cans of carrots
in the night.
It even comes to the boulder
in the perpetual shade of pine barrens,
to rain falling on the open sea,
to the wineglass, weary of holding wine.”
― Jane Kenyon

“Do all of your rules pertain to books? I suppose I understand why, since your social shortcomings mean books are your closest friends." He momentarily seemed taken aback at his own rudeness.
Jane narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure your true E鈭俰an form isn't a jackass?”
― Cynthia Hand, My Lady Jane

“Oh! you are a great deal too apt, you know, to like people in general. You never see fault in any body. All the world are good and agreeable in your eyes. I never heard you speak ill of a human being in my life."
"I would wish not to be hasty in censuring any one; but I always speak what I think.”
― Jane Austen

“Jane: "Look, Dave Chandler left me on the ninth floor of our university research library without my panties after we lost our virginity together. He never called me again and actually turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction whenever he saw me on campus. Unless you're going to do that, I don't think were gonna have a problem. Gabriel?"

Gabriel: "Sorry. Something strange happened inside my head when you said the word "panties". The overwhelming urge to kill Dave Chandler combined with a simultaneous loss of blood to the brain.”
― Molly Harper, Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs

“Jane: "Missy was not so subtly reminding me that she had done something nice for me and here i was being rude when all she was asking me to do was attend a nice party. This was the way southern women worked all peaches & cream laced with arsenic.”
― Molly Harper, Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs

“I do not know what to say, how to tempt you. If you had a price, I would pay it. If you desired particular words, I would say them. I would be anything you want, Jane. Just come back. Please come back.

- Matthew in a letter to Jane.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful

“Aunt Jettie: "yes, i'm wandering the earth seeking revenge on ben & jerry for giving me the fat a$$ and coronary & I give out love advice to the tragically lonely."

jane: "Is that an ironic eternal punishment for the lady who died an eighty-one year old spinster."

jettie: "single by choice you twirp."

jane: "banshee."

jettie: "bloodsucker.”
― Molly Harper, Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs

“Pressing his forehead to the cool glass, he held her gaze, her palm, his eyes pleading with her. Don鈥檛 go. Don鈥檛 leave me.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Sinful

“I look like Barbara Bush in drag." Aunt Jettie”
― Molly Harper, Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs