Because of Miss Bridgerton Quotes

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. He stepped closer, but before she could touch him he took her hand and brought it to his lips.
“When I saw you tonight I think my heart stopped beating.”
“And is it now?” she whispered.
He took her hand and laid it over his heart. She could feel it pounding beneath his skin, almost hear it reverberating through her own body. He was so strong, and so solid, and so wonderfully male.
“Do you know what I wanted to do?” he murmured.
She shook her head, too entranced by the low heat of his voice to make a noise of her own.
“I wanted to turn you around and push you right back through the door before anyone else saw you. I didn’t want to share you.” He traced her lips with his finger. “I still don’t.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“George leaned to the right so that he could see her from behind his brother. “Shall I strangle him or will you?” She rewarded him with a devious smile. “Oh, it must be a joint endeavor, don’t you think?” “So that you may share the blame?” Andrew quipped. “So that we may share the joy,” Billie corrected. “You wound me.” “Happily, I assure you.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“For a moment he could do nothing but close his eyes. Was this a taste of the rest of his life as Billie Bridgerton’s husband? Was he destined to live in terror, wondering what sort of danger she’d thrown herself into that day? Was it worth it?
“George?” she whispered. She sounded uneasy. Had she seen something in his expression? A sign of doubt?
He touched her cheek, and he looked into her eyes. He saw his whole world there.
“I love you,” he said.
Someone gasped. It might have been his mother.
“I cannot live without you,” he said, “and in fact, I refuse to do so. So no, you will not be going on some ill-advised mission to the coast to hand off a potentially dangerous package to people you don’t know. Because if anything happened to you…” His voice broke, but he didn’t care. “If anything happened to you, it would kill me. And I’d like to think you love me too much to let that happen.”
Billie stared at him in wonder, her softly parted lips trembling as she blinked back tears.
“You love me?” she whispered.
He nearly rolled his eyes.
“Of course I do.”
“You never said.”
“I must have done.”
“You didn’t. I would have remembered.”
“I would remember, too,” he said softly, “if you’d ever said it to me.”
“I love you,” she said immediately. “I do. I love you so much. I —”
“Thank God,” Lady Manston exclaimed. George and Billie both turned.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“she could not bear to let someone else perform a task when she could do it better herself.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“Standing still is always more tiring than walking”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“I should thank you'', she said.
His lips stilled, and she felt him smile against his skin. ''For what?''
''Everything, really. But mostly for being you”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“You have asked her to marry you, I hope''
''I might have demanded it'', he admitted.
''Even better”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“He touched her cheek, and he looked into her eyes. He saw his whole world there”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“He was always dependable, she realized. She was usually too busy being irritated by him to notice.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“You have a freckle,” he murmured. “Right” – he leaned down and dropped a light kiss near the inside of her elbow – “here.”
“You’ve seen it before,” she said softly. It wasn’t in an immodest spot; she had plenty of frocks with short sleeves.
He chuckled. “But I’ve never given it it’s proper due.”
“Really.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He lifted her arm, twisting it just a bit so that he could pretend to be studying her freckle.
“It is clearly the most delightful beauty mark in all of England.”
A marvelous sense of warmth and contentment melted through her. Even as her body burned for his, she could not stop herself from encouraging his teasing conversation.
“Only England?”
“Well, I haven’t traveled very extensively abroad…”
“Oh, really?” “And you know…” His voice dropped to a husky growl.
“There may be other freckles right here in this room. You could have one here.” He dipped a finger under the bodice of her nightgown, then moved his other hand to her hip.
“Or here.”
“I might,” she agreed.
“The back of your knee,” he said, the words hot against her ear
. “You could have one there.”
She nodded. She wasn’t sure she was still capable of speech.
“One of your toes,” he suggested.
“Or your back.”
“You should probably check,” she managed to get out.
He took a deep, shuddering breath.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“Guilty?” George’s face betrayed his surprise.
“Whatever for?”
“That neither of your brothers ever offered for me.”
Another thing she probably should not have said. But as it happened, Billie did think that Lady Manston felt this way. And when George’s expression slid from curiosity to something that might have been jealousy… well, Billie could not help but feel a little pleased.
“So I think she’s trying to make it up to me,” she said gamely.
“It’s not as if I was waiting for one of them to ask me, but I think she thinks I was, so now she wants to introduce me —”
“Enough,” George practically barked.
“I beg your pardon?”
He cleared his throat.
“Enough,” he said in a much more evenly tempered voice.
“It’s ridiculous.”
“That your mother feels this way?”
“That she thinks introducing you to a pack of useless fops is a sensible idea.”
Billie took a moment to enjoy this statement.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“Billie laughed at that, full and throaty, and once again she became so incandescently beautiful that George was half-tempted to throw a blanket over her, just to stop anyone else from wanting her.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“Everything tastes better with quite a lot of butter.” “We”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“Would you care to dance?” he blurted.
“Now?” She smiled adorably. “Is there music?”
There wasn’t. It was some testament to how foolish in love he’d become that he did not even feel embarrassed.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“I'm home'', he said against her skin, and she realized it was the truth.
''I'm home, too''.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“But there she was, standing next to his mother, so beautiful, so radiant that he could not see anyone else.
Suddenly the rest of the world seemed like such a chore. He didn’t want to be here at this dance, with people he didn’t want to talk to and messages he didn’t particularly wish to deliver. He didn’t want to dance with young ladies he didn’t know, and he didn’t want to make polite conversation with people he did. He just wanted Billie, and he wanted her all to himself.
He forgot about Tallywhite. He forgot about pease, porridge, and pudding, and he stalked across the room with such single-minded purpose that the crowds seemed to melt from his path.
And somehow, amazingly, the rest of the world had not yet noticed her. She was so beautiful, so uncommonly alive and real in this room full of waxen dolls. She would not go undiscovered for long.
But not yet. Soon he would have to fight the throngs of eager young gentlemen, but for now, she was still his alone.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“You know all of the young gentlemen better than I do,” Lady Manston continued. “Are there any we should avoid?”
All of them, George wanted to say.
''What about Ashbourne’s son?''
“No.”
“No?” his mother echoed. “No, as in you don’t have an opinion?”
“No, as in no. He is not for Billie.”
Who, George could not help but note, was watching the mother-son exchange with an odd mix of curiosity and alarm.
“Any particular reason?” Lady Manston asked.
“He gambles,” George lied.
Well, maybe it wasn’t a lie. All gentlemen gambled. He had no idea if the one in question did so to excess.
“What about the Billington heir? I think he —”
“Also no.”
His mother regarded him with an impassive expression.
“He’s too young,” George said, hoping it was true.
“He is?” She frowned. “I suppose he might be. I can’t remember precisely.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“Oh, come now, you two,” Lady Manston said, “surely it can be no surprise that I have long hoped for an alliance between the Rokesbys and Bridgertons.”
“Alliance?” Billie echoed, and all George could think was that it was a terrible, clinical word, one that could never encompass all that he had come to feel for her.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“He was just . . . George. And she loved him. She loved him, and—OH DEAR GOD, SHE HAD JUST STOPPED HIM FROM ASKING HER TO MARRY HIM. What had she done? And more importantly, how could she undo it?”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“It isn’t wisdom to repeat platitudes.” “It is wisdom to know which ones bear repeating.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“She felt his hands move to the fastening of his breeches, and then he swore under his breath as he was forced to roll off her in order to (in his words), "get the bloody things off." She couldn't help but chuckle at his profanity; he seemed to be having a much rougher time of it than she imagined was usual.
"You're laughing?" he asked, his brows rising into a daring arch.
"You should be glad I was already out of my gown," she told him. "Thirty-six cloth-covered buttons down the back."
He gave her a fearsome look. "It would not have survived.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“You’re wearing breeches,” George said with a heavy sigh. “Of course you’re wearing breeches.”
“I would hardly have attempted the tree in a dress.”
“No,” he said dryly, “you’re much too sensible for that.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“Billie tried not to think of George. But she wasn’t successful. Like it or not, he was her who.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“Billie turned back to Geroge. "He's an idiot."
He held up his hands. "You will find no argument here."
"The plight of the younger son," Andrew said with a sigh.
Billie rolled her eyes, tipping he read toward Andrew as she said to George, "Don't encourage him."
"To be ganged up upon," Andrew went on, "never respected..."
George crane his neck, trying to read the title of Billie's book. "What are you reading?"
"And," Andrew continued, "apparently ignored as well.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“George" she practically squealed, and once again he shushed her.
"You never learn, do you?" he murmured against her skin.
"You're the one who's making me scream."
"That wasn't a scream," he said with a cocktail smile.
she eyed him with alarm. "I didn't mean it as a dare."
He laughed aloud—although more quietly than she'd done—at that. "Merely planning for the future, when volume is not an issue."
"George, there are servants!"
"Who work for me."
"George!"
"When we are married," he said, lacing his fingers through hers, "we shall make as much or as little noise as we wish."
Billie felt her face go crimson.
he dropped a teasing kiss on her cheek. "Did I make you blush?"
"You know you did," she grumbled.
He looked down at her with a cocky smile. "I probably shouldn't take quite so much pride in that."
"But you do."
He brought her hand to his lips. "I do.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“Can't I be purple?" Lady Alexandra asked.
Billie looked at her as if she'd asked to have the Magna Carta revised.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“I cannot say that I’m not enjoying this. Just a little bit.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“You little fool”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“Brother,” George said with impressive gravity, “I am barely breathing.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton

“You disapprove of everything about me.”
He stepped toward her, his hand tightening on her arm. “That is so far from the truth as to be laughable.”
― Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton