A Wallflower Christmas Quotes

“The letter had been crumpled up and tossed onto the grate. It had burned all around the edges, so the names at the top and bottom had gone up in smoke. But there was enough of the bold black scrawl to reveal that it had indeed been a love letter. And as Hannah read the singed and half-destroyed parchment, she was forced to turn away to hide the trembling of her hand.

—should warn you that this letter will not be eloquent. However, it will be sincere, especially in light of the fact that you will never read it. I have felt these words like a weight in my chest, until I find myself amazed that a heart can go on beating under such a burden.

I love you. I love you desperately, violently, tenderly, completely. I want you in ways that I know you would find shocking. My love, you don't belong with a man like me. In the past I've done things you wouldn't approve of, and I've done them ten times over. I have led a life of immoderate sin. As it turns out, I'm just as immoderate in love. Worse, in fact.

I want to kiss every soft place of you, make you blush and faint, pleasure you until you weep, and dry every tear with my lips. If you only knew how I crave the taste of you. I want to take you in my hands and mouth and feast on you. I want to drink wine and honey from you.

I want you under me. On your back.

I'm sorry. You deserve more respect than that. But I can't stop thinking of it. Your arms and legs around me. Your mouth, open for my kisses. I need too much of you. A lifetime of nights spent between your thighs wouldn't be enough.

I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you've ever said to me.

If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.

You would say it's too soon to feel this way. You would ask how I could be so certain. But some things can't be measured by time. Ask me an hour from now. Ask me a month from now. A year, ten years, a lifetime. The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock, and every toll of every bell that will ever be cast. If only you—

And there it stopped.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“A well-read woman is a dangerous creature.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“This is how we court girls in America. We grab them and kiss them. And if they don't like it, we do it again, harder and longer, until they surrender. It saves us hours of witty repartee.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“I've missed you, Sebastian."

"Have you, love?" He unfastened the buttons of her robe, the light eyes glittering with heat as her skin was revealed. "What part did you miss the most?"

"Your mind," she said, and smiled at his expression.

"I was hoping for a far more depraved answer than that."

"Your mind is depraved," she told him solemnly.

He gave a husky laugh. "True.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Beautiful Hannah. If you were mine, I'd lay you on silk sheets and wrap you up in ropes of pearls, and feed you honey from a silver spoon. Of course, you wouldn't be able to make all your high-minded judgments if you were a fallen woman...but you wouldn't care. Because I would pleasure you, Hannah, every night, all night, until you forgot your own name. Until you were willing to do things that would shock you in the light of day. I would debauch you from your head down to your innocent little toes-"
"Oh, I despise you...”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“…I love you. I love you desperately, violently, tenderly, completely. I want you in ways that I know you would find shocking…

…I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you've ever said to me.

If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.
You would say it's too soon to feel this way. You would ask how I could be so certain. But some things can't be measured by time. Ask me an hour from now. Ask me a month from now. A year, ten years, a lifetime. The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock, and every toll of every bell that will ever be cast….”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“What flaw could you possibly find in his appearance?"
"His posture," Hannah muttered.
"What about it?"
"He slouches."
"He's an American. They all slouch. The weight of their wallets drags them over.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Great men don't nessarily make good husbands.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Does he behave in rude or improper ways?"
"He's a Bowman. We don't know any better.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Evie gave birth later that year to a high-spirited girl with flame-colored curls, leading St. Vincent to the conclusion that it was his destiny to be loved by many red-haired women. He was very pleased.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“This was getting bloody ridiculous, he thought savagely. If she became any more adorable, endearing, or delectable, something was going to get broken.
Most likely his heart.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Then, as now, there were always girls who were overlooked and ignored by gentlemen who really should have known better.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Don’t come near me with those,” Annabelle said firmly. She shook her head with a grin, watching as Evie solemnly held up her own arms for Lillian to cut holes beneath her sleeves. This was one of the things she most adored about Evie, who was shy and proper, but often willing to join in some wildly impractical plan or adventure. “Have you both lost your minds?” Annabelle asked, laughing. “Oh, what a bad influence she is on you, Evie.”

“She’s married to St. Vincent, who is the worst possible influence,” Lillian protested. “How much damage could I do after that?”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Thomas Bowman's toupee, alas, was never found. He was somewhat mollified by the gift of a very fine hat from Westcliff on Christmas day.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“My God, you’re opinionated. You must terrify nearly every man you meet.”

“I don’t meet many men.”

“That explains it, then.”

“Explains what?”

“Why you’ve never been kissed before.”

Hannah stopped in her tracks and whirled to face him. “Why do you…how did you…”

“The more experience a man has,” he said, “the more easily he can detect the lack of it in someone else.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Hannah leaned her face against his chest, and he felt the curve of her smile. “What is it?” he asked.

“Our first night together. And our first morning will be Christmas.” Rafe patted her naked hip. “And I’ve already unwrapped my present.”

“You’re rather easy to shop for,” she said, making him laugh.

“Always. Because Hannah, my love, the only gift I’ll ever want”—he paused to kiss her smiling lips—“is you.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“His thumb caressed the scarlet surface of her cheek. “From now on, Hannah, no matter what you say or do, I’m going to look at your mouth and remember how sweet you taste.” A self-mocking smile curved his lips as he added quietly, “Damn it.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“She wanted him to stop, but more than that, she wanted him to go on forever.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Seeing her indecision, Bowman said casually, “The others will be coming in here momentarily. And I should probably mention that I have an excellent view up your skirts.” Drawing in a sharp breath, Hannah tried to gather her dress more closely around her, and her balance wobbled. Bowman cursed, his amusement vanishing. “Hannah, stop. I’m not looking. Be still, damn it. I’m coming up there to get you.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“A gleam of humor flickered in those obsidian eyes. “I should warn you, Hannah: when we meet at Stony Cross Park, take care to avoid the mistletoe. For both our sakes.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Rake,” came the succinct reply. “Oh, all right,” Lillian grumbled. “I suppose he is a rake. But that may not be an impediment to his courtship of Lady Natalie. Some women like rakes. Look at Evie.” Evie continued to snip doggedly through the brocade ribbon, while a smile curved her lips. “I don’t l-like all rakes,” she said, her gaze on her work. “Just one.” Evie, the gentlest and most soft-spoken of them all, had been the one least likely to capture the heart of the notorious Lord St. Vincent, who had been the definitive rake. Although Evie, with her round blue eyes and blazing red hair, possessed a rare and unconventional beauty, she was unbearably shy. And there was the stammer. But Evie also had a reserve of quiet strength and a gallant spirit that seemed to have seduced her husband utterly. “And that former rake obviously adores you beyond reason,” Annabelle said.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Marcus, there are some things that shouldn’t be done in front of children or horses.” “There are no children here. And my horses don’t gossip.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Then give me your answer.” He crushed a brief, impassioned kiss against her lips. “Say it, or I’ll have to keep kissing you until you surrender.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Something about her brings out the devil in me.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“If one doesn't do something well, it shouldn't be done."

"I don't agree," she protested. "Sometimes the effort should be made even if the results aren't perfect.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“She heard the door open again. "Back to w-warm the bed?" she asked.
But the voice that answered wasn't the maid's.
"As a matter of fact... yes."
Evie stilled at the sound of a deep, silky murmur.
"I passed the maid on the stairs and told her she wouldn't be needed tonight," he continued. "'If there's one thing I do well,' I told her, 'it's warming my wife's bed.'"
By this time Evie was fumbling to push the screen aside, nearly pushing it over.
St. Vincent reached her in a few graceful strides, folding her in his arms. "Easy, love. No need for haste. Believe me, I'm not going anywhere."
They stood together for a long, wordless moment, breathing, holding tight.
Eventually St. Vincent tilted Evie's head back and stared down at her. He was tawny and golden haired, his pale blue eyes glittering like gems in the face of a fallen angel. He was a long, lean-framed man, always exquisitely dressed and groomed. But he had not been sleeping well, she saw. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes, and signs of weariness on his face. The touches of human vulnerability, however, only served to make him more handsome, softening what might otherwise have been a gleaming, godlike remoteness.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“Is it really ten ladies dancing?" Lillian asked him, and Swift grinned.
"My lady, I've never been able to remember any part of that song."
"You know," Annabelle said contemplatively, "I've always understood why the swans are swimming and the geese are a-laying. But why in heaven's name are the lords a-leaping?"
"They're chasing after the ladies," Swift said reasonably.
"Actually I believe the song was referring to Morris dancers, who used to entertain between courses at long medieval feasts," Daisy informed them.
"And it was a leaping sort of dance?" Lillian asked, intrigued.
"Yes, with longswords, after the manner of primitive fertility rites."
"A well-read woman is a dangerous creature," Swift commented with a grin, leaning down to press his lips against Daisy's dark hair.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“But before he left, Matthew drew his wife aside and whispered, “Why do they have holes in their dresses?”

“I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation,” she whispered back, and pressed a fleeting kiss on his jaw.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“One night," Lillian continued, "Daisy was ill, and they kept her in the nursery. I had to sleep in another room in case the fever was catching. I was frightened for my sister, and I woke up in the middle of the night crying. Rafe heard me and came to ask what was the matter. I told him how worried I was for Daisy, and also about a terrible nightmare I'd had. So Rafe went to his room, and came back with one of his soldiers. An infantryman. Rafe put it on the table by my bed, and told me, 'This is the bravest and most stalwart of all my men. He'll stand guard over you during the night, and chase off all your worries and bad dreams.'" The countess smiled absently at the memory. "And it worked.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas