Love Is Blind Quotes.

1. "Intelligent people know they are intelligent. They also know that one person cannot know all, hence a person is not stupid simply because he is ignorant of one thing or another. They know that, to another intelligent person, they will not appear stupid in asking for an explanation of what they do not know, and so their ignorance on any particular issue does not become an embarrassment."
- Lynsay Sands, Love Is Blind

2. "Because he is good and kind, she explained softly, then went on. Because he treats me like a princess. Because he makes me laugh. Because he makes me happy. Because he took the trouble to read to me when I could not read to myself. Because he fed me and gave me wine when I could not eat or drink at balls. Because when he kisses me my toes curl, and when he makes love to me I cannot contain my passion."
- Lynsay Sands, Love Is Blind

3. "happiness is a choice. If you choose to mope and be glum, you shall be; but if you wish to be happy and determine to enjoy what life has to offer, then you can have that as well. She said that nothing is all good or all bad, that life offers everyone a mix of both—though sometimes it does not seem so, and bad is all we can see in our lives, while in the lives of others we see only good and feel envy. She said we must enjoy the good despite the bad, else life can beat us down and leave us hopeless, and that is no way to live."
- Lynsay Sands, Love Is Blind

4. "she had dark chestnut hair, a heart-shaped face, large wide eyes, full lips…and appeared about as miserable as he’d ever seen a young woman, a state he suspected had something to do with the older woman at her side. His gaze slid over the matron. Well-rounded with dark hair, she was pretty despite the bloom of youth being gone—or she would be if she weren’t wearing a pursed, dissatisfied expression as she surveyed the activity in the ballroom. Adrian glanced back to the girl. First season? he queried, his curiosity piqued. Yes. Reg looked amused. Why is no one dancing with her? A beauty such as this should have had a full card. No one dares ask her—and you will not either, if you value your feet. Adrian’s eyebrows rose, his gaze turning reluctantly from the young woman to the man at his side. She is blind as a bat and dangerous to boot, Reg announced, nodding when Adrian looked disbelieving. Truly, she cannot dance a step without stomping on your toes and falling about. She cannot even walk without bumping into things. He paused, cocking one eyebrow in response to Adrian’s expression. I know you do not believe it. I did not either…much to my own folly. Reginald turned to glare at the girl and continued: I was warned, but ignored it and took her in to dinner…. He glanced back at Adrian. I was wearing dark brown trousers that night, unfortunately. She mistook my lap for a table, and set her tea on me. Or rather, she tried to. It overset and… Reg paused, shifting uncomfortably at the memory. Damn me if she did not burn my piffle. Adrian stared at his cousin and then burst into laughter. Reginald looked startled, then smiled wryly. Yes, laugh. But if I never sire another child—legitimate or not—I shall blame it solely on Lady Clarissa Crambray. Shaking his head, Adrian laughed even harder, and it felt so good. It had been many years since he’d found anything the least bit funny. But the image of the delicate little flower along the wall mistaking Reg’s lap for a table and oversetting a cup of tea on him was priceless. What did you do? he got out at last. Reg shook his head and raised his hands helplessly. What could I do? I pretended it had not happened, stayed where I was, and tried not to cry with the pain. ‘A gentleman never deigns to notice, or draw attention in any way to, a lady’s public faux pas,’ he quoted dryly, then glanced back at the girl with a sigh. Truth to tell, I do not think she even realized what she’d done. Rumor has it she can see fine with spectacles, but she is too vain to wear them. Still smiling, Adrian followed Reg’s gaze to the girl. Carefully taking in her wretched expression, he shook his head. No. Not vain, he announced, watching as the older woman beside Lady Clarissa murmured something, stood, and moved away. Well, Reg began, but paused when, ignoring him, Adrian moved toward the girl. Shaking his head, he muttered, I warned you. -Adrian & Reg"
- Lynsay Sands, Love Is Blind

5. "Mowbray! Been a while since you bothered with the season. What brings you to town? Lord Adrian Montfort, Earl of Mowbray, shifted his gaze from the couples whirling past on the dance floor and to the man who approached: the tall, fair, eminently good-looking Reginald Greville. He and Greville, his cousin, had once been the best of friends. However, time and distance had weakened the bond—with a little help from the war with France, Adrian thought bitterly. Ignoring Reginald’s question, he offered a somewhat rusty smile in greeting, then turned his gaze back to the men and women swinging elegantly about the dance floor. He replied instead, Enjoying the season, Greville? Certainly, certainly. Fresh blood. Fresh faces. Fresh victims, Mowbray said dryly, and Reginald laughed. That too. Reginald was well-known for his success in seducing young innocents. Only his title and money kept him from being forced out of town. Shaking his head, Adrian gave that rusty smile again. I wonder you never tire of the chase, Reg. They all look sadly similar to me. I would swear these were the very same young women who were entering their first season the last time I attended…and the time before that, and the time before that. His cousin smiled easily, but shook his head. It has been ten years since you bothered to come to town, Adrian. Those women are all married and bearing fruit, or well on their way to spinsterhood. Different faces, same ladies, Adrian said with a shrug. Such cynicism! Reg chided. You sound old, old man. Older, Adrian corrected. Older and wiser. No. Just old, Reg insisted with a laugh, his own gaze turning to the mass of people moving before them. Besides, there are a couple of real lovelies this year. That blonde, for instance, or that brunette with Chalmsly. Hmmm. Adrian looked the two women over. Correct me if I’m wrong, but my guess is that the brunette—lovely as she is—doesn’t have a thought in her head. Rather like that Lady Penelope you seduced when last I was here. Reg’s eyes widened in surprise at the observation. And the blonde… Adrian continued, his gaze raking the woman in question and taking in her calculating look. Born of parents in trade, lots of money, and looking for a title to go with it. Rather like Lily Ainsley. Another of your conquests. Dead-on, Reginald admitted, looking a bit incredulous. His gaze moved between the two women and then he gave a harsh laugh. Now you have quite ruined it for me. I was considering favoring one or both of them with my attentions. But now you have made them quite boring. -Reg & Adrian"
- Lynsay Sands, Love Is Blind

6. "You dance divinely, my lady, he said quietly near her ear, gently leading her with his arm and pressure on her hand past the gay colors of the other dancers. Clarissa flushed and smiled a bit proudly, then sighed and shook her head. No, my lord, she said demurely. You give me too much credit. I fear you are the one who dances divinely. I know it is not I, for I have been able to do nothing but stumble and fall when dancing with others. Then the fault lies with those others. You are as light and graceful as a feather on the dance floor with me. Clarissa considered briefly; then, with a sense of justice, nodded her head. I believe you may be right, my lord. After all, if it were me alone, even your obvious skill could not have made it so easy. Perhaps my previous partners were a bit nervous and awkward. How refreshing. She could hear the smile in his voice, and so Clarissa raised her eyebrows in question. My lord? Your honesty. I am pleased by your lack of false modesty. It is something that never really bothered me before, yet now seems as fake and unpleasant as the airs everyone puts on when in the city. I find your honesty most refreshing. Clarissa felt herself blush, and then the first strains of a new song hummed through the air. Her companion paused and turned her into his arms once more. Close your eyes, he instructed, and began to move them around the room once more. -Adrian & Clarissa"
- Lynsay Sands, Love Is Blind

7. "Oh, ta ra, Clarissa said lightly. In retrospect I suppose it is all rather funny—though I doubt that Lydia would agree. Adrian’s humor ended there, and he arched one eyebrow in displeasure, though she could not see it. Forgive me for saying so, my lady, but your stepmother sounds to be a rather nasty old cow. Oh! Clarissa said, dismayed. Oh, you must not say that. Ever. Why not? he asked with careless amusement. I am not afraid of her. No, but…She would be furious. And she would not like you were she to hear you say such things about her. I could not care less if she likes me or not—, Adrian began, but Clarissa cut him off. Oh, but you must care. If she does not like you, then she will not allow me to dance with you anymore, and…and…I do quite like it, she finished with some embarrassment. The look of scorn on Adrian’s face melted away at her confession, and his annoyance softened slightly. Well, then, I shall have to be sure to treat her with the utmost respect. He watched her pink, embarrassed face for a moment, then added, Because I quite like dancing with you, too. Clarissa turned to him and beamed brightly. -Clarissa & Adrian"
- Lynsay Sands, Love Is Blind

8. "They say you are as blind as a bat, and too vain to wear spectacles, the voice beside her announced. Clarissa blinked in surprise. But if she was taken aback by his bluntness, she suspected she was no more so than the speaker himself. She heard a small gasp of breath as he finished, as if he’d just realized what he’d said. A quick glance to the side showed that he’d raised his hand as if to cover his mouth. I am sorry; I have obviously been too long out of society. I should never have— Oh, bother. Clarissa waved his apology away and sank back in her seat with a dejected sigh. ’Tis all right. I do know what people are saying. They seem to think that I am deaf as well as clumsy, for they do not worry about saying things in front of me—or at least behind their fans—loudly enough for me to hear. Making a face, she mimicked, ‘Oh look, there she is, poor thing—Clumsy Clarissa.’ I am sorry, her companion said quietly. Clarissa waved his words away again, only this time noting the way he dodged as if to avoid a blow to the head. Frowning, she clasped her hands and settled them in her lap, repeating, There is no need to apologize. At least you said it to my face. Yes, well… The man seemed to relax in his seat now that her hands weren’t waving wildly. Actually, it was more a question. I was wondering if you truly are? Clarissa smiled wryly. Ah, well, I am not quite as blind as a bat. I can see with spectacles. But my stepmother has taken them away. She threw a dry smile in the general direction of his blurry shape and then shrugged. Lydia seems to think that I will have more luck setting a fire in some suitable man’s heart without them. The only thing as yet that I have set fire to is Lord Prudhomme’s wig. Excuse me? the stranger asked with amazement. Prudhomme’s wig? Hmm. Clarissa leaned back in her chair and actually managed to chuckle at the memory. Yes. Though if you ask me, ’twas not wholly my fault. The man knew that I could not see without my spectacles. Why the deuce he asked me to move the candle closer is beyond me. Clarissa paused to squint in her companion’s general direction. He is bald as a cue ball without his wig, is he not? She thought the man nodded, though it was hard to say. He was emitting small choked sounds it took her a moment to identify. He was fighting desperately not to laugh! Go ahead, Clarissa said with a small smile. Laugh. I did. Though not right away. -Adrian & Clarissa"
- Lynsay Sands, Love Is Blind

9. "What? Clarissa glanced blankly at the dark blur beside her. Keep your eyes closed, and you will not lose your balance, the man suggested, and she saw his hand move closer to her. He was offering it so that she would rise. Clarissa opened her mouth to refuse, then paused as his hand suddenly enclosed hers, sending a shock of sensation racing up her arm. It was such an odd feeling—excitement, wild excitement—coursing across her flesh. I do not…. she began faintly with bewilderment, pausing when his hand lifted her chin and the man bent to stare into her eyes. Close enough to kiss, she thought vaguely. Good God, Clarissa realized, close enough to see! For one brief second she stared into the most beautiful set of clear brown eyes she’d ever seen; then he pulled back slightly, out of focus. Trust me. It was not so much a request as an order. But Clarissa remembered those eyes, so dark, so kind—and she nodded. Then he was tugging her out of her seat, directing her through the crowd of dancers to the middle of the floor. Now… His voice was calm and soothing as he turned her to face him. Close your eyes, he instructed, lifting her free hand to his shoulder. Relax. His voice was almost hypnotic, Clarissa thought vaguely. Follow me. I will not allow you to stumble. -Clarissa & Adrian"
- Lynsay Sands, Love Is Blind

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