Edenbrooke Quotes

I hope you do not let anyone else's expectations direct the course of your life.

To my unsuspecting love. When I look into your eyes, I lose all sense of time and place. Reason robbed, clear thought erased, I am lost in the paradise I find within your gaze. I long to touch your blushing cheek, to whisper in your ear how I adore you, how I have lost my heart to you, how I cannot bear the thought of living without you. To be so near to you without touching you is agony. Your blindness to my feelings is a daily torment, and I feel driven to the edge of madness by my love for you. Where is your compassion when I need it most? Open your eyes , Love, and see what is right before you: that I am not merely a friend, but a man deeply, desperately , in love with you. Longing for you.

There's something solid and constant about trees." I said quietly. "They may change through the seasons, but they're always there. They're dependable.

Did you need something?' I asked. 'Yes,' he said, reaching out and taking my hand. My heart thumped hard at his touch. I told myself I should pull my hand away, but I couldn't make myself do it. 'What did you need?' My voice was little more than a whisper. 'Your smile. I haven't seen it all day.

Isn't that what a gentleman does? Rescues a damsel in distress?

When you are not with me, I am left with nothing but longing for you.

You stole my heart the night we met, when you sang that ridiculous song and dared me not to laugh. and every moment I have spent with you since then, you have stolen more and more of me until when you're not with me..." He drew in a breath. "When you are not with me, I am left with nothing but longing for you.

There was no escape from being unwanted. And that was the truth that struck at me the most deeply.

Don't think because I tease you that I don't take you seriously.

I have discovered happiness in being true to who I am. I hope you will give that idea some consideration.

Dear Philip, I don't imagine you will ever read this. If you do, it is bacause something dreadful has happened to me. I find myself in the hands of a dangerous man. I am determined to fight him but before I do, my heart demands that I write this note to tell you that I love you. I am sending my heart to you in this letter so it will be kept safe from whatever may happen to me tonight. I don't know if you want it or not, but it has always been yours. With all my love, Marianne

I promise, Marianne Daventry," he began. "I promise that I do not love you for your money

I could be myself and be loved deeply.

I looked at the titles on the bookshelf and found a book on Greek mythology next to a book of poetry, which was flanked by a book on German philosophy. "How are these organized?" "They're not." I turned to him. "How do you find anything? There must be thousands of books here." "I like the search. It's like visiting old friends.

You are bright and fun and delightfully unexpected. You are brave and compassionate and selfless. And you are lovely beyond measure. I want you, all of you, just the way you are." He drew in a breath. "If you will have me.

Philip: "You are even more beautiful when you're angry" Marianne: "Don't be absurd" Philip: "I'm not" Philip: "You should see yourself, with that flash of fire in your eyes. And when you press your lips together like that, a dimple appears in your left cheek, right next to your mouth. I find it... maddening

If I leaned toward him, something would happen. I was sure of it. But if I leaned away, nothing would happen. So I stayed perfectly still, balanced between something and nothing, not knowing which way I wanted to fall.

I will always want her," Philip said in a quiet, furious voice. "Always! There is nothing you could do to change that.

My heart would obey me, I was certain. I simply needed to be strict with it.

But this was one contest he would not win. For I had painted my heart into that picture, and I would not let him have it.

I don't think I have ever met a lady like you, Miss Marianne Daventry, and I would feel very sorry to forget anything about this evening

I had to be different... so I would not be inferior. We could not occupy the same space together. Like horses in a race, I was tired of jostling for position and losing. I chose a different course so that losing would not be an option.

-Hardly knowing what i was doing, i began to hit the table with one hand as i sang in a low voice. Big cows" -thump- "lumps of meat" -thump. His widened. "Give me milk" -thump- "warm and sweet." I stopped abruptly, pressing my lips together as I realized what I had just sung. The ridiculousness of it struck me forcibly and I knew I could not goon without laughing. We stared at each other,locked in a stalemate, his eyes brimming with laughter, his lips trembling. My chin quivered. Against my will, a sound burst from me. It was a very unladylike snort.-

My heart swelled until I felt as if it might take over my entire being. I had landed in heaven. This was heaven.

We both stood there, as if on the brink of a cliff, and I didn't know if I moved if I would fall to hell or soar to heaven.

I reread my grandmother's letter and realized with a deep sense of contentment that I had not had to change at all in order to have every hope for happiness in life. I had not had to learn to sing for company or to behave like Cecily or to stop twirling. I could be myself and be loved deeply. I was, in fact, a lot like Meg, who had always been a racehorse, I just hadn't known it.

Philip stood with the tip of a sword pressed into Mr. Beaufort’s throat. I saw another sword on the floor. Neither gentleman looked toward the door. Philip looked perfectly in control, his sword bending the skin of Mr. Beaufort’s neck without piercing it. When he spoke, though, his voice sounded so fierce I hardly recognized it. “Tell me what you did to her.” “I made sure you wouldn’t want her anymore.” “I will always want her,” Philip said in a quiet, furious voice. “Always! There is nothing you could do to change that.” Mr. Beaufort sneered. “Then why do you want to know?” “Because I would never make her say the words. And because I want to know how much I should enjoy running you through.

I hope you do not let anyone else’s expectations direct the course of your life.” She gently touched my arm, stopping me in the path. I turned toward her. “I have discovered happiness in being true to who I am.

It is so refreshing to be treated with contempt.

When I look into your eyes, I lose all sense of time and place. Reason robbed, clear thought erased, I am lost in the paradise I find within your gaze.

To be so near you without touching you is agony. Your blindness to my feelings is a daily torment, and I feel driven to the edge of madness by my love for you.

How do you like her?" Philip asked, nodding toward Meg. "She's perfect." And she really was. "Just spirited enough to keep it interesting without being difficult to manage. And so beautiful." I patted her neck and flashed him a smile. "A gentle mare would have never been able to keep up with you." He smiled, too, but as if at a private thought. "You are absolutely right.

You don’t want to be loved for your misfortune; I don’t want to be loved for my possessions. Are we not similar in that way?

Where is your compassion when i need it most? Open your eyes, love, and see what is right before you: that I am not merely a friend, but a man deeply, desperately, in love with you.

A trap closed around my heart, and in that moment, I was helpless. Whether she loved me for my money or myself, whether she loved me at all, whether her heart was even available for the winning . . . none of it mattered. I was smitten to the core.

I am not going to pretend to write a love letter to another man.

The sensation I had experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candle, leaving behind wisps of nameless longing.

Mr. Beaufort: “Then why do you want to know?” Philip: “Because I would never make her say the words.

Don’t think because I like to tease you that I don’t take you seriously,” he said in a quiet voice. “It is an honor to know what’s in your heart, Marianne.

Big cows," ---thump--- "lumps of meat" ---thump---. His eyes widened. "Give me milk" ---thump--- "warm and sweet" --- thump.

I felt like I did the first time I had been thrown from a horse, with the reins yanked from my hands and the ground rushing up at me. Then, as now, there was nothing I could do to prevent the pain that was coming.

I startled, as if awakened from a dream, and pulled my hand out of Philip's grip. The sensation I had experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candle, leaving behind wisps of nameless longing.

To my unsuspecting love. When I look into your eyes, I loose all sense of time and place. Reason robbed, clear thought erased, I am lost in the paradise I find within you gaze. I long to touch your blushing cheek, to whisper in your ear how I adore you, how I cannot bear the thought of living without you. To be so near you without touching you is agony. Your blindness to my feelings is a daily torment, and I feel driven to the edge of madness by my love for you

How could you not know that there is nothing in the world I want as much as I want you?

Did you just Stop Your Foot?

His arms surrounded me, pulling me close, holding me as if I was infinitely precious. I burned and trembled in his embrace.

Don't let others expectations direct the course of your life.

I promise not to love you for your misfortunes

I long to touch your blushing cheek, to whisper in your ear how I adore you, how I have lost my heart to you, how I cannot bear the thought of living without you.

I was, er, twirling,” I said. His lips twitched. “I cannot imagine it. You must demonstrate for me.” I glared at him. “I certainly will not. It was not meant for an audience. It was just something I did because . . .” I waved my hand around, at a complete loss for words.

I have never been told that I snore. I am sure you're mistaken." He grinned. "You snore like a big, fat man." A laugh burst from me. I was sure he was lying. "Stop it," I said, swatting at his shoulder. "You are so inappropriate. What gentleman tells a lady she snores?

Did he hurt you?” The emotion I was trying to suppress clawed at my throat, unleashed by the gentleness in Philip’s voice. Without warning, a tear slipped down my cheek. I swiped it away.

I did not want Philip—that handsome, incorrigible, charming tease who stole hearts he had no intention of keeping.

I thought you said he didn’t hurt you.” His voice was harsh. When he looked into my eyes, my heart turned over. He looked angry and rather dangerous, and all the more handsome for it.

Where is your compassion when I need it the most? Open your eyes, love, and see what is right before you: that I am not merely a friend, but a man deeply, desperately, in love with you.

Words alone were ambiguous, unreliable. But what could be reliable, if not words

I would rather have sunshine and wind and sky adorn my head than a handsome bonnet.

Very well.” In a voice as cool and detached as if he were critiquing a work of art, he said, “Starting at the top: your brow is marked with intelligence, your gaze is direct, your features are delicate, your skin is fair, your voice is refined, your speech reflects education . . .” He paused. “Even the way you hold your head is elegant.” I was suddenly, excruciatingly self-conscious. I dropped my gaze, my face on fire. “Ah, yes,” he said softly. “And then there is your modesty. No milkmaid could have blushed like that.” To my mortification, I felt my blush deepen until the tips of my ears were tingling with the heat. “Shall I continue?” he asked with a hint of a laugh in his voice. “No, that is quite enough, thank you.

Miss Daventry is fair and true, with eyes of such a beautiful hue! Not quite green, never dull brown: they are the color of the sea, and they are round. Miss Daventry Is true and fair, I love the color of her hair! It shimmers in the candlelight, its amber hue, oh so bright!

Of course, one must always take into consideration the modestly of the lady. Too subtle and she may miss your meaning all together. Too strong, and she may never look you in the face again.

He held my gaze for a long moment. I realized that the fire was very warm, and that I was standing very close to a very handsome gentleman who held my hand in his. Philip looked down. “You brave girl,” he murmured, running a light finger along my palm. It was so soft a touch that it did not hurt at all. But it did send a wave of feeling through my hand, up my arm, all the way to my heart. I had never experienced such a sensation before, and I found it completely unnerving.

and paint, to take care of my father, to feel that I belonged, to do something useful and good with my time. But most of all, I wanted to be loved for who I was. My ambitions seemed quiet and dull compared

Dear Marianne, I have engaged the services of a respectable nurse to care for your coachman during his recovery. A carriage will arrive at noon to convey you and your maid to your destination. The carriage you arrived in will be transported back to Bath. I have also taken the liberty of sending a message to Edenbrooke to inform them of your impending arrival. I trust I have left nothing undone. Your obedient servant, Philip

He looked heavenward with a sigh. “Are you always this stubborn?” I thought about it for a moment. “Yes, I think I am.” Philip’s expression wavered between exasperation and amusement. Amusement won with a reluctant laugh.

What do you think, Philip? Won’t she be all the rage?” I couldn’t look at Philip. He would undoubtedly say something polite, which everyone would know was a lie. But then, when he didn’t immediately answer, I had to look at him. I was so surprised by what I saw that I looked twice. Philip held his mother’s gaze with a hard look in his eyes. A muscle jumped in his jaw. He almost looked angry, but I couldn’t fathom why her words would spark such a reaction in him. Lady Caroline’s smile turned hard—almost mocking—from across the table. After a tense silence, he finally said, “Undoubtedly.

Philip Wyndham! That is the most inappropriate thing I have ever heard, and if your mother were here she would give you the scolding of your life! In fact, I have half a mind to go tell her what an atrocious, incorrigible, scandalous tease she has raised.” He didn’t look the least bit chagrined. He just smiled and said, “If my mother were here I wouldn’t have said it. That was for your ears only.” And then he winked. I stared at him in disbelief. There was no stopping him. He had no limits to how far he would go with his outrageous flirting.

I stood up, suddenly very upset, and took a step away from him. Philip grabbed the hem of my gown. “Wait,” he said, laughing. I looked down at him, my hands clenched into fists. “Please don’t leave,” he said, a cajoling smile turning his lips up charmingly. “I won’t do it again.” Well, at least he knew why I was upset. But the idea of him not doing it again? Hah! I raised an eyebrow in deep skepticism. “In the next five minutes,” he added with a chuckle.

A strong hand suddenly grasped my arm above the elbow. My eyes flew open in surprise. It was that hateful, arrogant man from earlier, standing a few steps below me. He looked at me with a strange expression on his face. It almost looked like . . . concern. What did he want? I tried to ask him, but the walls were falling in on me again. I closed my eyes tightly. “I think you’re about to faint,” a low voice said. Whose voice was it? It was too nice to belong to that man. I shook my head and said weakly, “I don’t faint.” And then darkness rushed up while I swooped down. We met in the middle and it swallowed me whole.

When we finally met in the middle again, he said, “You are even more beautiful when you’re angry.” I shot him a dark look. “Don’t be absurd.” “I’m not,” Philip said. His eyes were still smoldering, and I sensed again that restrained passion within him that I had witnessed in the fencing room. “You should see yourself, with that flash of fire in your eyes. And when you press your lips together like that, a dimple appears in your left cheek, right next to your mouth. I find it . . . maddening.

Are you ready for your lesson in romance?” Philip asked with a teasing gleam in his eye.

The decision is not mine to make,” Philip said. “I promised Meg to Miss Marianne for the duration of her visit. You will have to ask her.

When I look into your eyes, I lose all sense of time and place. Reason robbed, clear thought erased, I am lost in the paradise I find within your gaze.

To be so near you without touching you is agony. Your blindness to my feelings is a daily torment, and I feel driven to the edge of madness by my love for you.

How could you not know? How could you not know there is nothing in this world I want as much as I want you

I didn’t want to face what could potentially break my heart.

I was jostled, and I pushed back harder, desperate to escape the tumult, when a hand snatched at mine. It was Philip’s, and looking over my shoulder I saw his lips move—he said something—but I couldn’t hear what. Everything was too loud and too whirling and too hot. I tripped over dancing feet, and then an arm was around my waist, and Philip pulled me out of the dance, where his mother waited with a worried expression. I sat in a chair by a window. Philip leaned over me, looking very worried, and Lady Caroline was there, too, fanning me and asking what had happened.

It was difficult to not compare the two men as they stood together. Mr. Beaufort was certainly dashing, with his stylish golden hair and the flair of his dress. But seeing him next to Philip, his appeal faded greatly in my mind. For it was obvious, comparing them side by side, that Mr. Beaufort was like a set of paste jewels—flashy on the outside but really an imposter, with nothing of great value within. Philip, on the other hand, shone like a real gem—without even trying. His clothes were just as well-made as Mr. Beaufort’s, but he wore them with a natural, athletic grace, and he didn’t employ any extreme fashions to create an impression. He was purely elegant, naturally, without thought or planning, and upon looking at them, I found that I would infinitely prefer the real gem to the imposter.

But what is the heart of a man, if not his actions? His words? The way he interacts with the world around him? That is the measure of a man. That is why a gentleman should always be polite, helpful and respectful, honorable and true. A gentleman is held to a higher standard in the world because he has been given so much. It is a gentleman’s duty in life to improve the world around him, to make it a better place because of his influence.

I’m gratified to know that I provide you with so much entertainment,” I said, my voice sharp with sarcasm. His eyes lit up, just as they had at the inn when I had started my game. “Are you really?” he asked. He leaned closer. “In that case, I will tell my mother that you plan to entertain us all with a song later.” I gasped. “You’d never.” He smiled broadly, then turned to his mother and said, “Mother, I have discovered that Miss Daventry is an accomplished singer. You must persuade her to perform for us later.

To my unsuspecting love, When I look into your eyes, I lose all sense of time and place. Reason robbed, clear thought erased, I am lost in the paradise I find within your gaze. I long to touch your blushing cheek, to whisper in your ear how I adore you, how I have lost my heart to you, how I cannot bear the thought of living without you. To be so near you without touching you is agony. Your blindness to my feelings is a daily torment, and I feel driven to the edge of madness by my love for you. Where your compassion when I need it the most? Open your eyes, love, and see what is right before you; that I am not merely a friend, but a man deeply, desperately, in love with you. Longing for you.

Soñaba con encontrar mi lugar en el mundo y hacer algo útil y bueno con mi tiempo; pero, sobre todo, deseaba que me quisieran por lo que era.

Hay cosas más importantes que lo que es socialmente aceptable. No permitas que las expectativas de los demás dirijan tu vida. He descubierto la felicidad siendo fiel a mí misma.

But what is the heart of a man, if not his actions? His words? The way he interacts with the world around him? That is the measure of a man....

The sensation I had experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candlem, leaving behind wisps of nameless longing.

My mother says he leaves a trail of blushes in his wake everywhere he goes,” she whispered. “As well as a trail of broken hearts. Of course he is the most sought-after bachelor in Town every season.

There was something about a handsome man astride a powerful horse that made my heart skip.

I needed illumination more than I needed shielding.

In no time, she and Betsy had me changed into my nightgown, tucked me into bed, and sent for a cup of tea. Then Lady Caroline sat on my bed and bathed my forehead with lavender water. Her touch felt so motherly, and her eyes looked so kind and full of concern that I was overcome by a fierce longing for my own mother. I had told my heart to never cry over Philip, but I had given it no instructions about crying over my mother, my father, and the home and family I had lost. The tears spilled out so quickly I had no hope of calling them back. They ran down my temples, into my hair.

I walked my horse in a circle, looking at everything Charles had pointed to and declared his. He was right about it, which was all the more infuriating. Edenbrooke was beautiful. It was home. It was everything I loved most in my childhood. And yet I would one day be a foreigner here. I would one day have no more claim to walk through these doors than a stranger would. And so I looked around at the beloved house and orchard and stables and gardens and river and trees and thought, "Not mine. Not mine. Not mine." It felt like shaving off little pieces of my heart.

Have you ever received a love letter?” I blushed. “No, I have not. Not unless you count Mr. Whittles’s poems.” “I definitely would not count those.” His gaze turned provocative, his lips curved into a smile. “Seventeen, and never had a love letter? That doesn’t seem right. Shall I write you one, Marianne?