Mills And Boon Quotes

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Josie, life is not a Mills and Boon book. People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it very hard to forgive.
Melina Marchetta (Looking for Alibrandi)
I said he kissed me. Really kissed me. It rocked me to my soul. It was brutal. It was brilliant. It was horrible. I thought I was going to die.
Margaret Way (Genni's Dilemma (Mills & Boon 100th Birthday Collection))
All Jane Austen novels have a common storyline: an attractive and virtuous young woman surmounts difficulties to achieve marriage to the man of her choice. This is the age-long convention of the romantic novel, but with Jane Austen, what we have is Mills & Boon written by a genius.
P.D. James (Talking About Detective Fiction)
I was experiencing a full-on Mills and Boon moment, and I had no idea who he was.
Vanda Symon (Containment (Sam Shephard #3))
When I look at my mother, I am looking at my future self, though I could not be any less like her if I tried. She is beached on the sofa in the downstairs living room, reading a Mills & Boon novel—a tale of the type of love she has never known.
Oyinkan Braithwaite (My Sister, the Serial Killer)
Maybe it was the novels I read - the racier Mills & Boon romances of late, Danielle Steel instructing me on international sex and sin.
Manil Suri (The City of Devi)
life isn’t something you apply like make-up. It’s something you grow and tend. Like a garden.
Nikki Logan (How To Get Over Your Ex (Valentine's Day Survival Guide, Book 1) (Mills & Boon Modern Tempted))
Mills & Boon and Harlequins are like colourful jelly beans, you can't get enough of...
Anne Ivory
Thankfully the rain had softened to a light drizzle, but the murky gray of the sky painted a dreary mausoleum atmosphere.
Rita Herron (Saving His Son)
Sex with him was mind-blowing. It was a cross between a triple X movie and a Mills and Boon novel.
Greg Hogben (The British Devil)
I already knew what I’d research. I wrote the words ‘Courtly love’ on my notepad in swirly script, then caught Hayden peering at it. ‘Courtly love? Sorry, Aurora, but I think I’ve already got that one in the bag.’ ‘I think you’d better think again, because I’ve already claimed it,’ I replied. ‘You just said you’re not the Mills & Boon type and, technically, courtly love could be considered historical romance.’ He grinned. ‘As you don’t want to pollute your mind with any clichéd topics, you should probably leave that one to me.’ ‘You, discussing romance? Ha!’ Hayden put on a hurt face. ‘I think I might be alright at it. After all, I’ve been doing a lot of observing lately.’ He gave me a significant look. ‘Observing?’ I repeated, curiosity getting the better of me. ‘Well, you keep accusing me of spying on your dates,’ he said, and shrugged. ‘So, technically, I guess I’m learning about romance firsthand. It seems kind of brutal, judging from the goodnight ritual I saw last night.’ My blood wasn’t boiling, but it was pretty warm. Despite that, I was not going to lose my temper. I was determined that this year Hayden Paris wasn’t going to destroy my composure.
Tara Eglington
There was something deeply offensive about turning a tiny incident, a tragedy in an English village, into some sort of Mills & Boon morality tale, and reading it, I felt less bad about her review of Mindgame.
Anthony Horowitz (The Twist of a Knife (Hawthorne & Horowitz #4))
I was like Robinson Crusoe on the island of Tobago. For hours at a stretch I would lie in the sun doing nothing, thinking of nothing. To keep the mind empty is a feat, a very healthful feat too. To be silent the whole day long, see no newspaper, hear no radio, listen to no gossip, be thoroughly and completely lazy, thoroughly and completely indifferent to the fate of the world is the finest medicine a man can give himself. The book-learning gradually dribbles away; problems melt and dissolve; ties are gently severed; thinking, when you deign to indulge in it, becomes very primitive; the body becomes a new and wonderful instrument; you look at plants or stones or fish with different eyes; you wonder what people are struggling to accomplish with their frenzied activities; you know there is a war on but you haven't the faintest idea what it's about or why people should enjoy killing one another; you look at a place like Albania—it was constantly staring me in the eyes—and you say to yourself, yesterday it was Greek, to-day it's Italian, to-morrow it may be German or Japanese, and you let it be anything it chooses to be. When you're right with yourself it doesn't matter which flag is flying over your head or who owns what or whether you speak English or Monongahela. The absence of newspapers, the absence of news about what men are doing in different parts of the world to make life more livable or unlivable is the greatest single boon. If we could just eliminate newspapers a great advance would be made, I am sure of it. Newspapers engender lies, hatred, greed, envy, suspicion, fear, malice. We don't need the truth as it is dished up to us in the daily papers. We need peace and solitude and idleness. If we could all go on strike and honestly disavow all interest in what our neighbor is doing we might get a new lease on life. We might learn to do without telephones and radios and newspapers, without machines of any kind, without factories, without mills, without mines, without explosives, without battleships, without politicians, without lawyers, without canned goods, without gadgets, without razor blades even or cellophane or cigarettes or money. This is a pipe dream, I know.
Henry Miller (The Colossus of Maroussi)
Every year, more than 120,000 new books are published in Britain, creating millions of volumes that will never be opened, let alone read. Many of these unread books are shredded into tiny fibre pellets called bitumen modifier, which can beused to make roads, holding the blacktop in place and doubling up as a sound absorber. A mile of motorway consumes about 50,000 books. The M6 Toll Road used up two-and-a-half million old Mills and Boon novels, romantic dreams crushed daily by juggernauts...Having your unread books vanish into the authorless anonymity of a road feels pleasingly melancholic, like having your ashes scattered in a vast ocean.
Joe Moran (On Roads)
The mix of soft-focus glamour, Mills and Boon romance and the inevitable feel-good ending is here, but what marks these films is an authentic core. Genuine, unaffected moments, long absent from 70mm movie content, are back.
Anupama Chopra
Don't do anything quickly, Tag had told him. And whatever you do, don't hit your brakes. You'll end up in the ditch. He caught something in his headlights. It took him a moment to realize what he was seeing before his heart took off at a gallop. A car was upside down in the middle of the highway, its headlights shooting out through the falling snow toward the river, the taillights a dim red against the steep canyon wall. The overturned car had the highway completely blocked.
B.J. Daniels (Deliverance At Cardwell Ranch (Cardwell Cousins, Book 4) (Mills & Boon Intrigue))
What?" she said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny. She knew it was silly. He'd seen her at her absolute worst. "You just look so... cute," he said. "Clearly breaking the law excites you.
B.J. Daniels (Deliverance At Cardwell Ranch (Cardwell Cousins, Book 4) (Mills & Boon Intrigue))
Ida published 112 romance novels with Mills & Boon under the pseudonym Mary Burchell. She became the president of the Romantic Novelists Association in 1966 and said at that meeting: “Romance is the quality which gives an air of probability to our dearest wishes... people often say life isn’t like that, but life is often exactly like that. Illusions and dreams often do come true.
Marianne Monson (The Opera Sisters)
such as a villain marrying without leave, failure to perform boon-works or bad performance of work, failure to place the tenant's sheep in the lord's fold, cutting of wood or brush, making unlawful paths across the fields, the meadows, or the common, encroachment in ploughing upon other men's land or upon the common, or failure to send grain to the lord's mill for grinding. Sometimes the offence was of a more general nature, such as breach of assize, breach of contract, slander, assault, or injury to property.
Edward Potts Cheyney (An Introduction to the Industrial and Social History of England)
The Society for Psychical Research were obviously better versed in Mills and Boon novels than they were in Cromwellian history. Philip’s life story was carefully plotted. Dorothea accused Margo of witchcraft, Margo was executed and Philip, afraid to jeopardise his privileged position, did nothing to prevent it. Later, in a fit of remorse, the unfortunate character killed himself.
Jan-Andrew Henderson (The Ghost That Haunted Itself: The Story of the Mackenzie Poltergeist - The Infamous Ghoul of Greyfriars Graveyard)