Quote

Forgive me for speaking frankly, but after the past quarter-hour's conversation, I am unconvinced that any of you possess the sense or sensitivity to impart the news in any respectful fashion - Amelia

Tessa Dare

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Tessa Dare
Conversation
Sensitivity
News
Frankly
Fashion
Quarters
Hours
Possess
Unconvinced
Sense
Forgive
Amelia
Past
Forgiving
Impart
Speaking
Quarter
Hour
Respectful

More quotes by Tessa Dare

Image
Think of it like running down a slope. If you attempt to slow down and choose your steps, you’re bound to trip up and stumble.
Tessa Dare
Image
What on earth are you wearing? Did you take orders in a convent since we spoke last? Little Sisters of the Drab and Homely.
Tessa Dare
Image
You’re a terrible cook. That I’ll grant you. You can’t hold your liquor, either. And you have questionable taste in men. So no, you’re not perfect.” His voice sank to a husky whisper, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. “But you’re close. Close enough to restore a man’s faith in miracles.
Tessa Dare
Image
Her,” he said. “I’ll take her.
Tessa Dare
Image
He kissed her. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn't have done anything else. He needed that breath she was holding. It belonged to him, and he wanted it back.
Tessa Dare
Image
A home isn’t only defined by what you need, Bram. It’s also about the people who need you
Tessa Dare
Image
Amazing, then, how with that one remark, he made a mortifying situation thirteen times worse.
Tessa Dare
Image
What is the world coming to, with these modern women? A man can't tell them what to do.
Tessa Dare
Image
How is it you’ve never married?” A soft splash. “It’s an easy enough thing. Every morning I wake up, go about my day, and return to bed at night without having recited marriage vows. After several years, I have the trick of it down.
Tessa Dare
Image
He laughed. A strained, ha, ha, ha, I may die of this laugh.
Tessa Dare
Image
Forgive me, Your Grace. Are you suggesting a woman is some sort of … piece of fruit to you? One squeeze, and you know if she’s ripe?
Tessa Dare
Image
One more minute of this, and she’d be a certifiable simpleton.
Tessa Dare
Image
So there’s an . . . an etiquette to raking. Some seducer’s code of honor. Is this what you’re telling me?
Tessa Dare
Image
Kate realized she had a grave problem. She was infatuated. Or mildly insane. Possibly both.
Tessa Dare
Image
I know how mirrors work. They're all in league with the cosmetics trade. They tell a woman lies. Drawing her gaze from one imagined flaw to another, until all she sees is a constellation of imperfections. If you could get outside yourself, borrow my eyes for just an instant... There is only beauty.
Tessa Dare
Image
Cleverness is like rouge - liberal application makes a woman look common and desperate. Wit is knowing how to apply it.
Tessa Dare
Image
No, Susanna, he said. I cannot love you just a little. If that's what you want, you must find a different man. His green eyes were breathtaking in their intensity. His thumb brushed her bottom lip. Because I can only love you entirely. With everything I am, and everything I ever will be. Body, mind, heart, soul.
Tessa Dare
Image
Mr. Sand, do you think it's possible to fall in love in the space of a single day? He smiled. I wouldn't know. I only fall in love at night. Never lasts beyond breakfast, though.
Tessa Dare
Image
I'm male. You rubbed your...femaleness all over me. I didn't think. I reacted.
Tessa Dare
Image
I'm infatuated with you, I cannot deny it. Physically speaking, you're a very attractive man. But I don't like you, the vast majority of the time. So far as I can gather, you behave abominably in public and are only marginally better in private. I only find you remotely tolerable when you're kissing me.
Tessa Dare