Eloise Bridgerton Quotes

You're in a rather odd mood today." I'm soaking wet, Eloise." No need to snap at me about it, I didn't force you to walk across town in the rain." It wasn't raining when I left,". There was something about a sibling that brought out the eight-year-old in a body. I'm sure the sky was gray," Clearly, she had a bit of the eight-year-old in her as well.

Until you've lived through all that," he said, "don't you ever complain about what we have. Because to me... to me..." He choked on the words, but he barely paused before he continued. "This - us - is heaven. I can't bear to hear you say otherwise.

I never thought I would be left behind." He chuckled. "Eloise Bridgerton, I don't think anyone wouldever make the mistake of leaving you behind.

You are a Bridgerton. I don’t care who you marry or what your name becomes when you stand up before a priest and say your vows. You will always be a Bridgerton, and we behave with honor and honesty, not because it is expected of us, but because that is what we are.” Eloise

Phillip looked to Eloise. "Perhaps introductions are in order?" "Oh," Eloise said, gulping. "Yes, of course. These are my brothers." "I'd gathered," he said, his voice as dry as dust. She shot him an apologetic look, which, Phillip thought, was really the least she could do after nearly getting him tortured and killed, then turned to her brothers and motioned to each in turn, saying, "Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Gregory. These three," she added, motioning to A, B, and C, "are my elders. This one"—she waved dismissively at Gregory—"is an infant.

Eloiseis getting married as well.” “Eloise?” Michael asked with some surprise. “Was she even being courted by anyone?” “No,” Francesca said, quickly flipping to the third sheet of her mother‟s letter. “It‟s someone she‟s never met.” “Well, I imagine she‟s met him now,” Michael said in a dry voice.

And what renders him so unmarriageable?” Eloise asked. Francesca leveled a serious stare at her older sister. Eloise was mad if she thought she should set her cap for Michael. “Well?” Eloise prodded. “He could never remain faithful to one woman,” Francesca said, “and I doubt you’d be willing to put up with infidelities.” “No,” Eloise murmured, “not unless he’d be willing to put up with severe bodily injury.

Are you certain you'll be happy?" she asked. Eloise smiled ruefully. "It's a little late to wonder, don't you think?" "It might be too late to do anything about it, but it's never too late to wonder.

Eloise,” Penelope said, somewhat breathless from trying to shake off Hyacinth. “Penelope.” But Eloise’s voice sounded curious. Which did not surprise Penelope; Eloise was no fool, and she was well aware that her brother’s normal modes of behavior did not include beatific smiles in her direction. “Eloise,” Hyacinth said, for no reason Penelope could deduce. “Hyacinth.” Penelope turned to her husband. “Colin.” He looked amused. “Penelope. Hyacinth.” Hyacinth grinned. “Colin.” And then: “Sir Phillip.” “Ladies.” Sir Phillip, it seemed, favored brevity. “Stop!” Eloise burst out. “What is going on?” “A recitation of our Christian names, apparently,” Hyacinth said.

Shall we return to the dining room?" Anthony queried. "I imagine you're hungry, and if we tarry much longer, Colin is sure to have eaten our host out of house and home." Eloise nodded. "Either that, or they've all killed him by now." Anthony paused to consider that. "It would save me the expense of a wedding." "Anthony!" "It's a joke, Eloise," he said, giving his head a weary shake. "Come along, now. Let's make sure your Sir Phillip still resides among the ranks of the living.

You’re very impatient,” Violet said, facing the door. “You always have been.” “I know,” Eloise said, wondering if this was a scolding, and if so, why was her mother choosing to do it now? “I always loved that about you,” Violet said. “I always loved everything about you, of course, but for some reason I always found your impatience especially charming. It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted everything.” Eloise wasn’t so sure that sounded like such a good trait. “You wanted everything for everyone, and you wanted to know it all and learn it all, and . . .” For a moment Eloise thought her mother might be done, but then Violet turned around and added, “You’ve never been satisfied with second-best, and that’s good, Eloise. I’m glad you never married any of those men who proposed in London. None of them would have made you happy. Content, maybe, but not happy.” Eloise felt her eyes widen with surprise. “But don’t let your impatience become all that you are,” Violet said softly. “Because it isn’t, you know. There’s a great deal more to you, but I think sometimes you forget that.” She smiled, the gentle, wise smile of a mother saying goodbye to her daughter.

No will will believe it at first,' Cressida continued. 'You were right about that. But then they'll start to think, and slowly but surely, the pieces of the puzzle will fall into place. Someone will remember that they said something to you that ended up in a column. Or that you were at a particular house party. Or that they'd seen Eloise Bridgerton snooping about, and doesn't everyone know that the two of you tell each other everything?' 'What do you want?' Penelope asked, her voice low and haunted as she finally lifted her head to face her enemy. 'Ah, now, there's the question I've been waiting for.

Eloise, whose mouth was as sharp as Hyacinth’s (though thankfully tempered by some discretion), had remarked that they had best get Hyacinth married off quickly or their mother was going to become an alcoholic. Lady Bridgerton had not appreciated the comment, although she privately thought it might be true.

Phillip muttered something under his breath. "What did you say?" she asked. "Nothing." "You said something." He gave her an impatient look. "If I'd meant for you to hear it, I would have said it out loud." She sucked in her breath. "Then you shouldn't have said it at all." "Some things," Phillip muttered, "are impossible to keep inside." "What did yousay?" she demanded. Phillip raked his hand through his hair. "Eloise—" "Did you insult me?" "Do you really want to know?" "Since it appears we are to be wed," she bit off, "yes." "I don't recall my exact words," Phillip shot back, "but I believe I may have uttered the wordswomen andlack of sense in the same breath.

Eloise?' Phillip asked, his brows shooting up when they both heard someone bellow her name. She felt the blood drain from her body. Positively felt it, *knew* it had happened, even though she couldn't see it pooling about her feet. There was no way she could survive a moment such as this, no way she could make it through without killing someone, preferably someone to whom she was quite closely related.

Soru soran bir kadından kork,çünkü asla doğru cevap veremezsin.

Her mother had once told her that she could catch more flies with honey than a sledgehammer, but Eloise never could learn to keep her thoughts to herself.

You happen to life Eloise...You've always made your own decisions, always been in control

If one didn’t have love, was it better, then, to be alone?

I should like to marry someone gracious and considerate, who treats me like a queen. Or at the very least, a princess. Surely that is not too much to ask.

I’m so lucky,” he said, and his hands moved, sliding down her rib cage, over her belly, and then around to her backside. “I think I’ve waited my entire life for you.” “I know I’ve been waiting for you,” Eloise said.

He wanted to come along,” said the one in the corner, the only one who hadn’t yet tried to kill Phillip. Phillip decided he liked this one best, especially when he wrapped his hand around Gregory’s forearm to prevent the younger man from launching himself at Eloise. Which,

Seja forte. Seja aplicada. Seja conscienciosa. E isso nunca se consegue escolhendo o caminho fácil. Exceto claro, quando o caminho já seja fácil por si. Às vezes, acontece. Em tal caso, não busque um novo mais complicado. Só os mártires vão procurar os problemas de maneira deliberada. (…) Ria. Ria muito e com vontade. E, quando as circunstâncias pedirem silêncio, converta a risada em sorriso. Não se conforme. Descubra o que quer e persegue-o. E se não souber o que quer, tenha paciência. Todas as respostas chegarão ao seu devido tempo e verá que seus desejos estiveram diante de você todo o tempo.

Oliver!” he bellowed. “Amanda!” He wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard Miss Bridgerton stifle a horrified laugh. A wave of irritation washed over him, and he glared at her, even though he knew he shouldn’t. He supposed she thought she could do a better job with those two hellions. He strode to the stairs and yelled the twins’ names again. On the other hand, maybe he shouldn’t be so uncharitable. He rather hoped—no, fervently prayed—that Eloise Bridgerton could do a better job with the twins than he could. Good God, if she could teach them to mind, he would bloody well kiss the ground she walked upon on a thrice-daily schedule.

…I am sure it is not worth such high drama. I do not profess to know or understand romantic love between husband and wife, but surely it is not so all-encompassing that the loss of one would destroy the other. You are stronger than you think, dear sister. You would survive quite handily without him, moot point though it may be.

He was very tall," Francesca began. "Not so tall," Eloise said. "Benedict is taller." Francesca ignored her. "He was tall. And he smiled a great deal." "He held us on his shoulders," Daphne said, her voice starting to wobble, "until we grew too large." "And he laughed," Eloise said. "He loved to laugh. He had the very best laugh, our papa...

For the first time in recent memory, he'd handled his daughter *exactly* right. Something about Eloise's presence had calmed him, lent him a clarity of thought he usually lacked when it came to his children. He was able to see the humor in the situation, where he usually saw nothing but his own frustration.

Babacığım!" diye bağırdı Amanda.Uzun zamandır sarf etmediği bir sevgi sözcüğüydü.Phillip yıllardır sadece "Baba" olduğundan,bunun kulağa ne kadar tatlı geldiğini unutmuştu.

Bilirsin,aşkın insanın karşısına ne zaman çıkacağı belli olmaz.

Tesadüfler.Her şey tesadüflerden ibaretti.Hiçbir bilim insanı kabullenmese de en büyük icatlar,birileri tamamıyla bambaşka bir sorunu çözmeye çalışırken ortaya çıkardı.

Colin turned to Eloise. “The kitten has claws.” Eloise raised her brows. “You didn’t realize that before you proposed?

Sometimes she includes one or two people who are hopelessly unsuitable so as to highlight the qualities of the real possibilities.” Portia laughed. “Perhaps she’ll put you on Colin’s list, Penelope!” Penelope didn’t laugh. Neither did Eloise. Portia didn’t seem to notice.

Where,” Eloise asked, one afternoon about a week after what Sophie was now referring to as the big kiss, “do you suppose Benedict is?” “Ow!” Four Bridgerton faces turned to Sophie. “Are you all right?” Lady Bridgerton asked, her teacup suspended halfway between her saucer and her mouth. Sophie grimaced. “I pricked my finger.” Lady Bridgerton’s lips curved into a small, secret smile. “Mother has told you,” fourteen-year-old Hyacinth said, “at least a thousand times—” “A thousand times?” Francesca asked with arched brows. “A hundred times,” Hyacinth amended, shooting an annoyed look at her older sister, “that you do not have to bring your mending to tea.” Sophie suppressed a smile of her own. “I should feel very lazy if I did not.” “Well, I’m not going to bring my embroidery,” Hyacinth announced, not that anyone had asked her to. “Feeling lazy?” Francesca queried. “Not in the least,” Hyacinth returned. Francesca turned to Sophie. “You’re making Hyacinth feel lazy.” “I do not!” Hyacinth protested. Lady Bridgerton sipped at her tea. “You have been working on the same piece of embroidery for quite some time, Hyacinth. Since February, if my memory serves.” “Her memory always serves,” Francesca said to Sophie. Hyacinth glared at Francesca, who smiled into her teacup.

a vital component of charity and grace is the ability not to draw attention to one’s possession of them.” Penelope pursed her lips as she pushed Eloise

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough. He could turn the twins over to Eloise during the day, and . . . He smiled to himself. She could turn herself over to him at night.

Unlike Eloise, she hadn’t refused six offers of marriage. She hadn’t refused any; she hadn’t received even a one.

Tenacity can be a very good thing,” Eloise reminded her, “at the proper time.” “Right,” Penelope returned with a sarcastic smile, “and at the improper time, it’s an absolute nightmare.

Pero no dejes que la impaciencia te defina —le dijo Violet, con dulzura—. Porque eres mucho más que eso. Eres mucho más que eso y a veces tengo la sensación de que lo olvidas —sonrió; la sonrisa afable de una madre que se despide de su hija—. Dale tiempo, Eloise. Sé paciente. No presiones demasiado.

But this was Penelope, and even though Eloise was her very best friend, and thus her finest champion, even she couldn’t imagine that a man of Colin’s reputation and popularity would be interested in a woman of Penelope’s reputation and (lack of) popularity.

Another scream rent the air, followed by a resounding crash. Phillip winced. It sounded like furniture. Eloise glanced toward the ceiling, as if expecting plaster to start spinning down at any moment. “Shouldn’t you go to them?” she asked. He should, but by all that was holy, he didn’t want to. When the twins were out of control, no one could manage them, which, Phillip supposed, was the definition of “out of control.” It was his opinion that it was generally easier to let them run wild until they dropped from exhaustion (which usually didn’t take too long) and deal with them then. It probably wasn’t the most beneficial course of action, and certainly nothing that any other parent would have recommended, but a man only had so much energy to deal with two eight-year-olds, and he feared he’d run out of his a good six months ago.

But I never did, because it never seemed right, and I didn't want to settle for anything less than what my brothers and sister have.

And she was alone. Alone in the middle of crowded London, in the middle of a large and loving family. It was hard to imagine a lonelier spot.

You happen to life, Eloise,