Julia Quinn Quotes

My husband says it is very good that I have very tiny feet, because they're easier to get in my mouth.

When my husband tells our daughter, 'You get that trait from Mom,' she lights up with pride. We all know who he's talking about. And it's not me. I'm fine with this.

Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress. "Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say. "Not if I keep looking at you," he says.

Be honest, how hideous do I look?" He took another step back and pursed his lips. "That bad, huh?" I muttered. No, no Bella. Actually. . ." He seemed to be struggling for the right word. "You look. . .sexy." I laughed out loud. "Right." Very sexy, really.

You know what they say when a supermodel gets pregnant? Now she's eating for one.

Am I hideous, Jane? Very, sir: you always were, you know.

I am in perfect health, and hear it said I look better than ever I did in my life, which is one of those lies one is always glad to hear.

I was a fat kid. I can laugh now. But I got teased about being an Oompa Loompa and stuff like that.

You have all that muscle on you, you're going to get tired. That's why I prefer to be fat.

I'm not proud of my chin but I can take a shot.

My siblings would tease me and call me big friendly or freaky giant, and later, when I was approached about modeling, they would joke, 'The BFG is gonna be a model? That clunky thing?' They know how to keep me in check all right.

I have no sex appeal, which kills me. The only way I can ever hear heavy breathing from my husband's side of the bed is when he's having an asthma attack.

She was so fat that her bathtub has stretch marks.

I finally have the body I want. It’s easy, actually, you just have to want a really shitty body.

These stories about my intellectual capacity really get under my skin. You know, for a while I even thought my staff believed it. There on my schedule first thing every morning it said, 'Intelligence Briefing.'

I suppose he'll just have to do," she amended. "You'll have to suffer in silence with your male model...I feel for you." "Oh, stop it, Molly.

Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.

Oh, ma petite, you are growing gargantuan." I looked at him and it was not a friendly look. "Never tease a woman about her weight, Jean-Claude. At least not an American twentieth-century one." He Spread his hands wide. "My deepest apologies." "When you apologize, try not to smile at the same time. It ruins the effect.

Hugh consoled me, saying, "Don't let it get to you. There are plenty of things you're good at." When asked for some examples, he listed vacuuming and naming stuffed animals. He says he can probably come up with a few more, but he'll need some time to think.

Hey Susie Derkins, is that your face, or is a 'possum stuck in your collar?

I flip open my phone to text Jessica: Me: Guess who's pregnant? Jess: u? Me: Get real. Jess: ur mom? Me: yep Jess: Mazel tov!? Me: Don't congratulate me, plz Jess: Could b worse Me: How? Jess: Could be u? Me: I'm a virgin. Jess: Nobody's perfect.

I have no sex appeal and it has screwed me up for life; my gynecologist examines me by telephone.

What are you?" I asked. "I'm the Ghost of the Night Before Exams." "And how long did it take you to come up with that?" Jazza asked. "I'm a busy man," he replied.

My wife she's fat. Why, if she lost a few pounds, she'd be perfectly round.

When I see guys in bars wearing the real fitted kind of Calvin Klein v-neck t-shirts I just want to go up to them and be like, 'Oh, do you work out? Your tricep looks so great - thank you.'