Gabe Quinn Quotes

No matter which way you dice it, self-preservation is selfish. ~ Keith Houghton

Block D was at the farthest corner of the camp from Block C. Whoever had laid out the Camp of the Flies had no respect for alphabetical order. ~ Susan Kaye Quinn

God, those eyes. Take cover, they said, because the storm was here now. ~ Caisey Quinn

Get it, get it, Got it, Got it,
Too bad you can't, get up on it. ~ Quinn Loftis

What's wrong Fane?" she asked him.
"You know what you are to me, yes?" he asked.
Jacque whispered her answered out loud, "Mate."
Fane nodded his head, "Yes, Meu inimă, you are my mate . The other half of my soul, and the thought of you not wanting me is more than I can bear," Fane told her honestly.
"No pressure huh?" Jacque said trying to lighten the mood.
"I would never ask you to do something you do not want to Luna, but I will not lie and say that I won't follow you around like a sick puppy," Fane said with a smile, though the tears were not quite gone yet. ~ Quinn Loftis

All three men looked at the woman in the doorway, but they all saw different things.
Alex saw a rather attractive young lady with a remarkable air of vitality in her silver eyes.
John saw the woman he'd come to like and admire tremendously this past week, looking rather fetching and grown-up in her new gown and coiffure.
Dunford saw an angel. ~ Julia Quinn

I had waited so long to touch him. I was like a kid in a candy store. I backed him into the cabinets and pressed myself against his lean body. Gabe was breathing hard and he grinned.
"Goodness, Purdie Magee."
"What?" I said.
"I'm a little surprised."
I took his hands into my own and kissed his palms then his fingers. I placed his hands on my hips and pushed a little harder against the part of him that made us significantly different and he took it from there. ~ Rhonda Tibbs

It was strange. She would have thought that she'd sense John's presence, feel him in the air, see him in the surroundings they'd shared for two years. But instead, he was simply gone, and the influx of women had changed the tone of the house entirely. Francesca supposed that was a good thing; she needed the support of women right now.
But it was odd, living among women. There were more flowers now - vases everywhere, it seemed. And there was no longer any lingering smell of John's cheroot, or the sandalwood soap he'd favored.
Kilmartin House now smelled of lavender and rose-water, and every whiff of it broke Francesca's heart. ~ Julia Quinn

Maybe she was a wallflower. There was no shame in that. Especially not if one enjoyed being a wallflower. ~ Julia Quinn

No way, that would kill my diet for the week. I don't know how you can stand to eat so unhealthy, Quinn.
Just consider it an amuse-biatch. ~ Steph Campbell

She slid a slim volume of poetry off the shelf and returned to her chair, swishing her rather unnattractive skirts before she sat down.
Benedict frowned. He'd never really noticed before how ugly her dress was. Not as bad as the one Mrs. Cabtree had lent her, but certainly not anything designed to bring out the best in a woman.
He ought to buy her a new dress. She would never accept it,of course, but maybe if her current garments were accidentally burned...
"Mr. Bridgerton?"
But how could he manage to burn her dress? She'd have to not be wearing it, and that posed a certain challenge in and of itself...
"Are you even listening to me?" Sophie demanded.
"Hmmm?"
"You're not listening to me."
"Sorry," he admitted. "My apologies. My mind got away from me. Please continue."
She began anew, and in his attempt to show how much attention he was paying her, he focused his eyes on her lips, which proved to be a big mistake.
Because suddenly those lips were all he could see, and he couldn't stop thinking about kissing her, and he knew- absolutely knew-that if one of them didn't leave the room in the next thirty seconds, he was going to do something for which he'd owe her a thousand apologies.
Not that he didn't plan to seduce her. Just that he'd rather do it with a bit more finesse.
"Oh, dear," he blurted out.
Sophie gave him an odd look. He didn't blame her. He sounded like a complete idiot. He didn't think he'd uttered t ~ Julia Quinn

[T]he price you've paid is not the price of becoming human. It's not even the price of having the things you just mentioned. It's the price of enacting a story that casts mankind as the enemy of the world. ~ Daniel Quinn

I had the pleasure of dining with your
brother."
"Gregory? Really? You'd classify it as a pleasure?" But he was
grinning as he said it, and Honoria could instantly picture what life
must be like in the Bridgerton household: a great deal of teasing and
a great deal of love.
"He was most gracious to me," she said with a smile.
"Shall I tell you a secret?" Mr. Bridgerton murmured, and
Honoria decided that in his case, it was right and proper to listen to
gossip - he was an incredible flirt.
"Must I keep the secret?" she asked, leaning forward ever-soslightly.
"Definitely not."
She gave him a sunny smile. "Then yes, please."
Mr. Bridgerton leaned in, just about as far as she had done. "He
has been known to catapult peas across the supper table."
Honoria gave him a very somber nod. "Has he done this
recently?"
"Not too recently, no."
She pressed her lips together, trying not to smile. It was lovely
to witness this type of sibling teasing. There used to be so much of it
in her home, although most of the time she'd been but a witness.
She was so much younger than the rest of her siblings; in all
honesty, most of the time they'd probably just forgotten to tease
her.
"I have but one question, Mr. Bridgerton."
He cocked his head.
"How was this catapult constructed?"
He grinned. "Simple spoon, Lady Honoria. But in Gregory's
devious hands, there was ~ Julia Quinn

It's a fact: stock investors sometimes lose money on their way to wealth. Get over it. ~ Jane Bryant Quinn

The roar of the crowd began to grow. He heard them harmoniously stomping their feet in a rhythm that cried out for battle. Gabe glanced across the arena to several cages that were shielded by large cloaks. Whatever was inside was clearly becoming agitated by the noise of the crowd. The captive creatures began beating against the bars. Random secret shrieks and growls came from their general area. ~ Wendy Owens

I think it's really important to realize that small businesses are often the portal for immigrants into the New York City economy. I think we have something like 40,000 small businesses that are immigrant-run in New York. ~ Christine Quinn

Your heart is free now."
"No," he whispered. "It's yours. ~ Julia Quinn

When you work on your own life, you are less likely to hyper focus on the imperfections of your husband. ~ Martha Quinn

Throw yourself in at the deep end. I'm sure you won't actually drown. ~ Suzy K. Quinn

Jennifer," Decebel growled.
"Decebel," Jen growled back, mimicking his tone.
"Sally," Sally added comically, mimicking them both. She slapped a hand over her mouth when Decebel turned and glared at her. ~ Quinn Loftis

If he was going to die, he would die fighting. ~ Quinn Loftis

The mistake that people make in stand-up is thinking they're profound or they're deep when there are so many people who have more worthwhile ways of phrasing things. ~ Colin Quinn

Why are we sitting way back here?"
"This way we can see the whole room and do some recon."
"Great, here we go with the black op lingo. Were you a Navy SEAL or some special forces officer in a past life?" Sally asked.
"It's a gift. It comes so naturally that you think I've had formal training." Jen winked.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking. And, by the way, Hogwarts accepted you and is awaiting your arrival."
"Ha ha, good one," Jen said dryly. "You have my vote – you'll be mayor in no time. ~ Quinn Loftis

It was something in the way she moved.
Something in the way she breathed.
Something in the way she merely 'was' .
And he didn't think he was ever going to get over it. ~ Julia Quinn

[I]n Africa I was a member of a family - of a sort of family that the people of your culture haven't known for thousands of years. If gorillas were capable of such an expression, they would tell you that their family is like a hand, of which they are the fingers. They are fully aware of being a family but are very little aware of being individuals. Here in the zoo there were other gorillas - but there was no family. Five severed fingers do not make a hand. ~ Daniel Quinn

The cat saw me at once, of course, and every hair on his body stood straight up, and he made a sound like the mountain lion's roar but much tinier. That's all cats are - midget lions. I'm nobody's midget, baby. ~ Spencer Quinn

Television was for passive audiences; computers were for builders. ~ Ryan Quinn

The shoes represent my ability to provide foot coverings for you and maybe one day our children." Fane cleared his throat and continued, fumbling along as he went.
"You see, it is important that you know that you won't be without something on your feet, so-" Jacque held up her hand to stop Fane from going any further.
"There are no shoes in this box, are there?" Fane shook his head once. "Not one."
Loftis, Quinn (2011-11-18). Blood Rites: Book 2 Grey Wolves Series (The Grey Wolves Series) (p. 243). Kindle Edition. ~ Quinn Loftis

My heart swells," she mimicked. She snapped out of her caricature, and said sternly, "Woman don't like to be on the receiving end of sarcasm."
"They only like to give it," he drawled. ~ Julia Quinn

For her sex had always been about a borrowed connection. Wires patched together to make a unit long enough to transmit a message. That shared goal, those stolen moments when nothing else mattered but pleasure. When they ended, so did the link. The electricity faded.
That wouldn't be the case here. ~ Cari Quinn

If one didn't have love, was it better, then, to be alone? ~ Julia Quinn

Have you anything that is ready to wear today? I'd like nothing better than to be rid of that thing she has on now. You can use her measurements to fashion a few more."
"I have one or two I could quickly alter to her size. In fact there is one right there." She pointed to a pale yellow day dress draped over a dressmaker's model. Dunford was just about to say that it would do when he saw Henry's face.
She was staring at the dress like a starving woman. ~ Julia Quinn

...but nightmares were easier to bear when there were warm arms in the dark to burrow into. ~ Kate Quinn