Anne Gracie Quotes & Sayings

How did you ask a man, "Oh, by the way, did you ask me to marry you the other day or were you merely suggesting I become your mistress?" Formality was the key to surviving this, she hoped. — Anne Gracie

Max, the trouble with you is for the last nine years - well, most of your life, come to think of it - you've lived in a masculine world; you're used to logic, reason, sense. Females don't think like we do; they're emotional. — Anne Gracie

There is no need to shove, his duchess said snippily.
There is every need. Think of it not as shoving, but an affectionate nudge. — Anne Gracie

Women need to hear the words. They don't need the world conquered for them, but they do need a man to speak the words that are in his heart. — Anne Gracie

You know your fear is both false and illogical, but you fear it anyway. — Anne Gracie

I was shy, said six-foot-one of bashful male. He grunted as a sharp, feminine elbow thudded inconspicuously into his side. — Anne Gracie

What if I shave?" he said. "I look much better when I'm shaved. My cousin will vouch for that - do I not look almost handsome when I shave, Edward? " He didn't wait for the duke's reply but turned earnestly back to Prudence. "Do you think you could marry me if I shaved? — Anne Gracie

And they say an addiction to novels is bad for you. — Anne Gracie

Gideon could not imagine any other young unmarried woman of his acquaintance passing up the opportunity to snare, if not himself, then the Carradice fortune. In any case, the number of women who'd rejected him in any way was gratifyingly small. Yet Miss Prudence Merridew had most unmistakably rejected him. Several times. Wielding that damned lethal reticule like a little Amazon, to emphasize her point. — Anne Gracie

Prettiness fades after a few years, but elegance only increases with age. — Anne Gracie

If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't. — Anne Gracie

Well, go on then, Abby; run along and let the nice man compromise you. — Anne Gracie

They'd be complaining about having to walk, and screeching at me to 'do something, Freddy, do something!'"
"But what could you do?" she said, puzzled.
"Carry them, probably." He gave her a hopeful look. "Do you want me to carry you? — Anne Gracie

Yes. And when a rake finally falls, he falls forever. — Anne Gracie

What the dev - er, deuce did you do that for? It hurt!"
"Good," said the angel. "I was afraid these new shoes would not be sturdy enough. — Anne Gracie

Even when no one loves you, there is always someone to love, someone who needs to be loved. Always. You just have to look outside yourself. — Anne Gracie

Do you think ladies' eyebrows can communicate as well?" she asked.
"No, they don't have sufficient thicketry," he said with authority.
"Thicketry?"
"Yes, that is the official term. — Anne Gracie

Did he know she could barely think, let alone speak, for awareness of proximity of his fingers?
Of course he knew. He was a rake. This is what he did. — Anne Gracie

I would appreciate it if you would stop ... stop ... ogling me like that," she hissed, tugging her very modest neckline higher. "It is very embarrassing." She folded her arms across her breasts defensively. He tried to look contrite. "It wasn't me," he confessed. "It was my eyes. They are bold and easily led and have no sense of propriety. — Anne Gracie

One word frees us all the weight and pain of life:
That word is Love.
-Sophocles — Anne Gracie

I could still box your ears."
"Nonsense," he scoffed. "You couldn't reach that high. — Anne Gracie

I shan't mind if you don't," he agreed. "But I'll not let you go, Prudence. Til not pester you, but know this: I will wait until you choose to listen to your heart."
"Pshaw." It was a feeble effort. She took a deep breath and tried again. "Humbug! How can you presume to know my heart?"
He smiled a slow, devastating smile. "You are my heart." He lifted her hand and kissed it. "And our hearts beat in tune. I know it - I, who used not to believe in such things. And you know it. — Anne Gracie

When a rake falls, he falls forever. — Anne Gracie

Lord Carradice managed to look wicked, smug, and saintly, all at the same time. — Anne Gracie

Why didn't I know about this, Gideon?" Lady Augusta demanded, clearly aggrieved at not being first with the news. "And what Welsh aunt is this?"
"Auntie Angharad," Gideon informed her solemnly.
Lady Augusta thought for a moment and then declared, "You don't have an Auntie Angharad!"
"No," he agreed in a sorrowful voice. "She's dead. — Anne Gracie

When a rake falls, he falls forever. <3 — Anne Gracie