The man is always the last to know whenCupid has struck him-Anonymous, Memoirs of a Mistress
Terence: As my old da used to tell me, ‘never trust a rich man’.David: Good thing I’m only moderately rich.Terence: Which is why I only moderately distrust you.
A teacher had once told them that men were either beasts, gentlemen, or beasts masquerading as gentlemen. Might there be a fourth category — gentlemen masquerading as beasts?
Clearly she didn’t get out into society nearly enough. Her pulse had no taste in men whatsoever.
Don’t be a coward, driving away anyone who cares enough to see you for yerself. It’s easy to live yer life alone, son. It takes courage to live with another. But in the end, yer life can be so much richer for it
Sometimes the way to a man’s heart is through his talleywacker.
Trying to rewrite the past was a child’s game, a pointless, ridiculous child’s game no one ever won.
You got off on the wrong foot. I merely watched you shove it into your mouth.
She would put her “naïve American optimism” toward making herself indispensable to him, and she’d win him. Because naïve American optimism beat out English cynicism any day.
Does that sort of blatantly lascivious glance generally sway women to jump into your bed?” she asked tartly.”Often enough to make it worth the attempt.’ He grinned. “Besides, it need only work occasionally. “a man must sleep sometime.
Husband-hunting. Always a rousing sport. I suppose you go there dressed to kill.””No, indeed. What good is a dead husband?” She smiled airily. “I go dressed to maim only.
I’ve never done this with a woman like you before. Never wanted to. I only know… I don’t want it to end.
She thinks I’m too…impulsive.””Can’t imagine why,” Tristan muttered, “when you do things like ride off into the woods after gentlemen in pursuit of a thief—
So you do enjoy my lovemaking?”She lifted an eyebrow. “If you can’t tell that, sir, you are blind and deaf and probably stupid.”If he’d been a peacock, he would have been strutting about, displaying his feathers.
He’d often ignored his uncle’s teachings about gentlemanly behavior, but one stricture he’d always abided by: no man worth his salt took advantage of a woman.
The best way to honor the dead was by making their passing useful to the living.
Even a ship can become a prison if all you see around you are bars.