Isabella Quotes

“It wouldn't be my move," Jace agreed. " First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, THEN the ravenous demon hordes. In that order."
"He might have sent her candy and flowers," Isabelle said. "We don't know."
"Isabelle," said Hodge patiently, "this is the man who rained down destruction on Idris the like of which it had never seen,who set shadowhunter against Downworlder and made the streets of the Glass City run with blood."
"That's sort of hot," Isabella argued, " that evil thing.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“The Black Prince is entombed at Canterbury Cathedral. His effigy reads: “Such as thou art, sometimes was I, Such as I am, such thou shalt be, I thought little on hour of death, So long as I enjoyed breath, On earth I had great riches, Land, houses, great treasure, Horses money and gold, But now a wretched captive am I, Deep in the ground, lo I lie, My beauty great, is all quite gone, My flesh is wasted to the bone.”
― Michael G. Kramer, Isabella Warrior Queen

“Hugh le Despencer the Elder was speaking to his son, Hugh le Despencer the Younger. He said, “Son, given that you are effeminate and lack manly qualities, I think that the way for you for you to improve your lot in life is to become the King’s Chamberlain.”
― Michael G. Kramer, Isabella Warrior Queen

“You have touched my soul, and I have seen your heart, and I know I am forever changed by the essence of you.”
― Jenna Roads, Under a Painted Sky

“It's as if I've stepped through a time portal into a place where acceptance is the norm, so unreal.”
― Jenna Roads, Under a Painted Sky

“Wow, you must be in love if you are willing to sacrifice your manhood for the ultimate chick flick.”
― Jenna Roads, Under a Painted Sky

“I looked up into his emerald eyes where I think I could spend forever and managed to breathe out, "Ditto.”
― Jenna Roads, Under a Painted Sky

“The mountains were breathtakingly beautiful. It was so serene and tranquil. The rising sun with other balloons around it painted the sky with a silhouette that was major eye candy.”
― Jenna Roads, Under a Painted Sky

“Logan gave me a sultry kiss that should have fogged the windows.”
― Jenna Roads, Under a Painted Sky

“It is not your time, love. You will not die tonight.

All this time she thought herself in love with the notion of Death. His gallantry, his beautiful soul. She believed he loved her because he had spared her from his grip. But it had not been Death, but Black.

“Why?” she asked, and her body shook, knowing his sacrifice, knowing he knew her most guarded secret.

“Because I loved you,” he murmured. “I couldn’t let you go, because I knew I could no longer see you, I couldn’t live, either.”

Black had risked his life to save her from taking her own.

He rose, helped her up and clutched her in his arms. “It is too soon for you to make your decision,” he said. “Come to me when you know what you want. My wishes will remain unchanged.”

“What do you want?”

He kissed her, pressed her body into his hot, hard one. “To be inside you. To lay you out and touch you with my hands, my mouth and tongue. I want to slip deep inside you and never leave. I want to wake up in the morning and open my eyes to find you lying there next to me. I want to look at my children and see you in their little faces.”

“Jude,” she whispered, holding him, weakening.

“But I want you to want that as much as I do, Isabella.”

“We have too many secrets,” she began. “Our pasts…”

“Secrets, like passion, are meant to be spent. I will bear all my sins, all my secrets, when you come to me. It’s all I can offer. You see, little love, I’m afraid, too, but the difference between us is that I believe it’s worth it to face that fear if it means that I’ll have you.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Seduction & Scandal

“You kissed me, and I opened my eyes and thought you were Death. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I clung to the memory of you because it gave me comfort—the only bit of happiness I had ever had. You were my secret fantasy, my lover. My story… Lord Death is you, and the woman he stalks…is me.”

“Why have you come,” he asked, “when you now know the truth?”

“Because when you saved me, you forged a link between us. I don’t believe it will ever break.”

“Bella,” he whispered, “I couldn’t allow you to take your life. Couldn’t bear the thought of existing in a world that you did not.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Seduction & Scandal

“If I didn't, would you be happy with someone like me? If we met under different circumstances, would you?”
― Kristine Pierce, You'll Be Safe Here

“Black would trust her with his secrets. He would protect hers. But did she trust him with her heart? Could she?

She thought of Wendell, and no longer felt any remorse for her feelings. She did not love him. Her heart had been taken two years ago, by a stranger she thought she had conjured up in the atmosphere of her imagination.

He had asked her to trust him—and there was only one way she knew how. She reached into the wardrobe and pulled out the crimson gown.

No regrets. No seduction. No scandal. Only love.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Seduction & Scandal

“Jude,” she whispered as she touched his face. “I’m so frightened of this. This bind that links us. It whispers to me to take what you’re offering, but I fear the consequences. I have lived the consequences.”

His fingertips traced the column of her throat down over the swells of her breasts where they lingered until her breath caught. “I am not your father, Isabella, and you are not your mother.”

“I know, but—”

“There are no certainties in life,” he murmured as he lowered his head and kissed the apex of her breast where her heart hammered so hard. “But I can give you this certainty. I love you. And I want you. I have wanted you for so long, and that feeling has only grown. There must be trust between us, Isabella. Passion is not enough for me. I want more from you.”

“You ask for so much,” she said, then trailed off.

“Not any more than I am offering you.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Seduction & Scandal

“The crimson satin lining gleamed in the firelight, and so, too, did his eyes. When he looked up at her, there was a mist to them once again.

“Little magpie,” he whispered as he looked at the black onyx ring. “You gave up everything for this, didn’t you?”

She nodded. “That is how much I trust you. Everything I had hidden away in that biscuit jar went to this. All my worldly goods are in that ring, Jude.”

“Then I will take it and hold it close, and never give you cause for regret.” He put the ring on his index finger, and Isabella grinned. How perfect it looked—how utterly sensual. She wanted that ringed hand on her body, comforting her. Loving her.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Seduction & Scandal

“Get me into the game, Izzy," Cameron said when he reached Isabella at the edge of Hart’s well-groomed lawn. Pairs of ladies and gentlemen waited beyond, a few gentlemen swinging mallets and rolling shoulders to show off for the ladies.

Isabella turned to Cameron in surprise. "We’re playing croquet."

"Yes, I know what the devil it is. Give me a damned mallet."

"But you hate croquet." Isabella continued to blink green eyes at him.

"I don’t hate it today. I want you to pair me with Mrs. Douglas."

"Ah." Isabella’s surprised look turned to one of interest. "Mrs. Douglas, is it?”
― Jennifer Ashley, The Many Sins of Lord Cameron

“O that I were a man, or that I had power

To execute my apprehended wishes!

I would whip some with scorpions.”
― John Webster, The White Devil

“Good evening, Miss Fairmont.”

She saw Black sprawled out in a wingback chair, jacketless, the white shirt he wore unbuttoned to the waist, revealing an enticing view of his chest and the fine black hair that was hidden beneath. “I was beginning to wonder if you would come tonight. It is midnight after all.”

On cue the large pendulum clock in the hall began to chime out the hour. Isabella met his gaze, marveled at the dark layers in his eyes. He appeared at once indolent, yet supremely masculine, and in his state of dishabille he was utterly breathtaking.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Seduction & Scandal

“It was a marvelous effort of perspicacity to discover that I did not love her”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights