Top 50 Grace Burrowes Quotes (2024 Update)

1. “Trenton,” Nick said patiently, “it is simple: your pizzle, her quim, you both enjoy each other until you can’t move. Nothing simpler. You have three children, for pity’s sake, need I draw you diagrams?”

— Grace Burrowes

2. “One could ignore a summons from His Grace. The duke would simply issue a louder summons or come deliver the next summons in person. One.”

— Grace Burrowes

3. “She’s a veritable siren, if you don’t mind a grumpy woman who enjoys wielding a knife with alarming skill.”

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4. “Each time he saw her, she was a little more frazzled, a little more tightly wound. Each time he saw her, he was a little more frazzled, more tightly stretched between growing desire and an even more intense need to protect her despite her secretiveness and stubbornness. “You’re.”

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5. “His Grace regarded his oldest daughter and the way Ben Portmaine hovered around the girl, clucking and fussing like a mother hen – or a particularly smitten rooster.”

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6. “She gave birth to me, but she is not my mother. That awful, scheming, selfish, unnatural woman is not my mother.” Maggie stood there amid the crimson tulips, tears coursing down her face, until she felt strong, slender arms encircle her and a graceful hand stroke over her hair. “Of course not, my dear,” the duchess said, her tone fierce and proud. “I am your mother, His Grace is your papa, and you are our daughter.”

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7. “She would not have thought she could fall in love with a man because he put aside his lovemaking to tend to a baby, but as she watched Vim smiling at the child, enjoying the child, she realized she’d gotten one stubborn, long-despaired-of wish to come true: she’d fallen in love. She.”

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8. “I have been a widower for nigh fifty years, but I am never alone. We had eight good years together, and they’ve lasted me the entire eighty. It’s like that, you see, when you can marry where your heart lies.”

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9. “Soldiers were an interesting lot. They offered their lives for generals and kings who would not break bread with them; they fought harder battles upon coming home than they’d faced on foreign shores. And never talked about any of it.”

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10. “There was something fundamentally aberrant about a man who could sit with an infant propped in one arm and still have erotic thoughts about the woman encircled with the other arm. Though they weren’t truly erotic thoughts. They were more the kind of thoughts that noticed the way firelight brought out red highlights in Sophie Windham’s hair, or saw how graceful the curve of her cheek was, or heard the sheer cultured beauty of her voice as she did Wordsworth proud.”

— Grace Burrowes

11. “He smiled his barbarian’s smile. “Keep looking at me like that, Emmie love, and I will be bothering you again in a trice.”

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12. “Tell me now, Anna, he silently pleaded as she ran her finger over a rose petal. Tell me I could have a son, that we could have a son, a daughter, a baby, a future – anything.”

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13. “He has my eyes, Esther.” “Percival Windham, for pity’s sake.” But.”

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14. “Westhaven’s subtlety had failed, Valentine’s bullying charm had met with indifferent success, so Devlin St. Just, Colonel Lord Rosecroft, saddled up and rode into battle on his sister’s behalf. “I’ll.”

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15. “He built up her fire, wrung out a flannel, and hung it on the screen to warm while trying not to contemplate what his pet names for Sophie would be. Love. My love. He’d called her that already. Sweetheart. My dear. When.”

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16. “Well, Papa,” he muttered into the night, “I cannot see the rest of my life without her, but alas, I am certain the sentiment is not reciprocated.” A.”

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17. “You’ve never called the baby by name before.” This earned her a twitch of his lips, maybe impatience, maybe humor. “We’re drinking companions now. He vows I’m his favorite uncle.”

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18. “Her words reminded him of a comforting truth: Joan Flynn was a bright woman, and nowhere near as self-absorbed as others of her station could be.”

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19. “For a moment, she stood where she’d landed, like some drunken bee in the vicinity of its preferred blossom.”

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20. “His Grace enjoyed very, very much the company of his grandchildren, and there was no greater joy in his life than his marriage. He did not always precisely enjoy being a father, much less a father ten times over, much much less the father of five single females, all of whom were arguably of marriageable age. “If.”

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21. “Might as well rest the horses,” St. Just said, nudging his beast out of the middle of the beaten path. “Westhaven, can you dismount?” “I cannot. My backside is permanently frozen to the saddle; my ability to reproduce is seriously jeopardized.” “Anna will be desolated.” St. Just waited while Westhaven swung down, then whistled at an urchin shivering in the door to a nearby church. “We’ll.”

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22. “He was a hand-holder; she’d gathered that much. Lovely quality in a man...”

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23. “She smiled at him, and Val felt his heart trip on the next few beats. Good God, she was lovely. Just sitting here outside the Rooster, cradling her mug in her hands. A little dusty, a little tired, but in her warm, earthy dark-eyed way, she was beautiful.”

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24. “Benjamin put a finger to her lips. “We will manage all of that. You will go to bed.” Maggie stood by the bed and folded her arms across her middle. “How does my going to bed accomplish anything?” “It lets me be about the business of gathering information without having to worry that you’re out wandering around in a pouring rain, ruining your bonnet, your health, and my nerves. Get in bed.” He.”

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25. “Whatever Her Grace had said, he was now an engaged man, which had become his objective at some point in the recent past. The relief was fading, leaving a fierce determination to get the woman beside him to the altar, from which position he would be able to keep her safe. Maggie.”

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26. “I want the good times and the difficult, the challenges and the triumphs. I have no plan for the rest of my life other than to love you, to be loved by you, and to face life together, come what may.”

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27. “Victor hadn’t exactly looked forward to death before, he was probably contemplating it a bit more fondly as the morning progressed.”

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28. “This is an unexpected pleasure. You may have a seat, if you prefer.” He quirked one dark eyebrow. “If I prefer?” “I raised five sons, Mr. Hazlit. Men like to prowl and paw and stalk about, just as little boys must ride down the banisters on rainy days.”

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29. “Allow me.” Hazlit crossed the room in three strides and held the door for the tweeny, then took the tray from her. “Our thanks.” Our thanks? “I think you need a wife, in truth, Mr. Hazlit, so convincingly do you take on your role of doting swain.” “Perhaps I do.”

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30. “I’ve taken a sudden notion to appreciate mature females,” Deene was saying. “Though if her brothers ask, I’m being protective in their absence. Hold my drink.” And that, the simple fact of Deene’s unthinking response to a gorgeous woman, saved Hazlit from making a similar fool of himself. He supposed he’d make a little different fool of himself later in the evening, after Maggie had had her fun and left a trail of broken hearts all over the room. When.”

— Grace Burrowes

31. “Another bite, Lady Sophia?” Vim held out the second half of his sandwich, mostly to aggravate her brothers. “Thank you, no. I’ve had quite enough to eat today.” “Is.”

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32. “Not a mindless relinquishing of physical dignity in exchange for favors or pleasure, but an intentional vulnerability far more dangerous and lasting.”

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33. “Oh, Benjamin, I do love you.” She cuddled into him, to every appearance unaware that she’d just uttered words to send a man’s heart thundering all over inside his ribs. She.”

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34. “Proper mourning leaves one nothing to do but mourn, and I’ve concluded this isn’t a good thing. Grief crowds in closely enough without the rest of life being shoved aside to make way for it.”

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35. “Shall we walk? Pericles will stand there until Domesday or he eats every blade of grass at his feet.” The earl handed her down then released the checkrein so the horse could graze for a few minutes. “He takes his victuals seriously,” Anna said. “To any Windham male, victuals are of significant import.” “Good thing I brought a very full hamper, then, isn’t it?”

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36. “When Vim got to the back gate, he turned amid all that sunshine, and his gaze sought out the parlor window. Sophie waved, and emulating the idiot gesture of mothers everywhere, raised Kit’s hand in a little wave too. Vim blew them a kiss, slipped through the gate, and disappeared. She.”

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37. “He should have told her that whatever her station in life – cook, housekeeper, companion, governess, whatever, it mattered naught to him so long as she exchanged it for the position of his baroness. And.”

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38. “He’s asleep.” Vim whispered the words, unwilling to disturb the child or the moment. When Sophie made no move to leave the sofa, he stroked his hand along the side of her head, reveling in the feel of her warm, silky hair. She put the book aside, and the next time Vim caressed her hair, she sighed and turned her face into his shoulder. They stayed like that for a long time, while the fire burned down and both thought of what might have been and what could never be.”

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39. “Ye gods and little fishes.”

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40. “I’m having the coach brought around, and then I’m taking you home. You will go directly to bed and not awaken until you are thoroughly rested. You will eat a proper breakfast – do you hear me? – and then you will not go haring about in a cold rain without my escort.” She gave him an odd look, and then the corners of her mouth turned up in that dear, unexpected smile. “You sound exactly like His Grace.” “The man has five daughters. My sympathy for him grows by the day.” Her.”

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41. “Good afternoon, affianced wife.” As if she’d conjured him with her thoughts, Benjamin stood in the door to the office, hat in hand. “Must you call me that?” He sauntered around her desk and leaned down to buss her cheek. “Yes, until I can call you wife in truth. You look tired, Maggie mine. Has some wretched bounder been keeping you up all night?” “Not lately.”

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42. “You like this darkness. You like learning me by feel.” Feeling very bold indeed, she nuzzled at him until she found his mouth with her own. “I like it too.”

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43. “Come to bed. Kit will have us up and about before the night’s half gone, and I have plans for you, my lady, that do not involve sleep.” She.”

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44. “I vote you read and we fellows will listen in rapt silence.” “And thus Kit is indoctrinated into the conspiracy to which all males belong,” Sophie muttered. “And you ladies don’t have conspiracies of your own?” He brought the child to his shoulder and started rubbing Kit’s little back. The sight sent odd tendrils of warmth drifting through Sophie’s insides. “We women are cooperative by nature; that’s different from conspiratorial.” She.”

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45. “He shied off that fence and turned his mind to Anna’s virtual admission she was in trouble. That was progress, he decided. From bearing confidences, to being in trouble. Dev had been right, and it meant Westhaven had to take a little more seriously Anna’s threats to leave him. What kind of trouble would a young, pretty, gently reared housekeeper have? She.”

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46. “Is this your soap?” “It is,” Val answered, sitting on the bed and watching as St. Just dunked to wet his hair. “Do the honors. I am going smell like a bordello when I get out of this bath.” “You will smell like a gentleman.”

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47. “Hello, lad.” Vim had to smile at the way the baby started bouncing in Sophie’s embrace and reaching his arms toward Vim. “I missed you too.” She passed him the baby, a gesture he was sure had more to do with preventing her brothers from putting out his lights than anything else. Still, it felt good to hold the child, to see that somebody was glad to know he’d not frozen in some snowbank. Sophie.”

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48. “You have a certain lot in life, my lord. Some of it you chose, some you did not, and much of it you did not realize you were choosing. Still, it is your lot in life, and you must make the best of it.”

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49. “My brother is an idiot.” He wasn’t sure which brother she referred to. “If you say so. I find them all likeable when they’re not threatening to thrash me.” She.”

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50. “What exactly do you want to know that you weren’t able to get out of Val?” “Where did you find her? I am in the market for same.” “I lured her to my employ with my endless buckets of charm,” Westhaven said dryly. “You are charming,” Dev said when they were trotting along. “You just can’t afford to be flirtatious, as well.” Westhaven.”

— Grace Burrowes