Eloise Bridgerton Quotes

Eloise Bridgerton (to Pen): I do not even know you. I look at you now, and all I feel is pity for you. Sequestered here in this very room, writing your secret little scandal sheet, tarnishing everyone in town because you are too scared to stand up for yourself in reality. You are something, Penelope. An insipid wallflower, indeed.

Theo Sharpe: You've come quite a long way to ask me something, so go on.

Eloise Bridgerton: I have thoughts...

Theo Sharpe: I can see how that might pose a problem for someone in your world.

Eloise Bridgerton: Thoughts I would like to share... with you.

Theo Sharpe: And are you not sharing them now?

Eloise Bridgerton: What I am failing to say is that often, when I read something new or interesting or provoking, it is you who crosses my mind. It is you I would like to speak with about those thoughts.

Theo Sharpe: I see.

Eloise Bridgerton: Uh... And so I am wondering if you might also have thoughts of me when you think.

Theo Sharpe: I have read all of these. (hands her a small pile of books)

Eloise Bridgerton: And?

Theo Sharpe: And... I set them aside for you. I thought perhaps you might share your thoughts on them.

Eloise Bridgerton (about Theo): I know it is... odd, but I had assumed ours was merely an intellectual bond, a friendship based in like-minded thought and rigorous conversation. But what if you are right? What if he feels more?

Penelope Featherington: I never said... El, do you want him to feel more?

Eloise Bridgerton: My feelings about his feelings do not matter if I do not know for a fact what it is he is feeling.

Eloise Bridgerton (to Pen): It is a fool's errand to try to make an impression on those in good society who have not a single original thought. And what good is it anyway to make a name for oneself if it is only to be written on dance cards?

Eloise Bridgerton (to Lord Morrison): Next time you compliment a woman, at least try not to insult her entire sex in the process.

Eloise Bridgerton: "What worries you, masters you."

Lord Morrison: Ah. You have read Locke?

Eloise Bridgerton: I have. Have you?

Lord Morrison: Yes. It is required of all men past a certain age, surely. Not so much for young ladies.

Eloise Bridgerton: Because our feeble minds might collapse if we put too many ideas in them.

Lord Morrison: For most of the ladies I have met, that seems to be true. Many of them cannot even articulate a thought.

Eloise Bridgerton: Don't you think it's because they haven't been offered the same opportunities?

Eloise Bridgerton: I am not here in search of gossip.

Theo Sharpe: No? Private information about the season's most eligible bachelor, then? Mmm?

Eloise Bridgerton: Your assumptions are not the least bit surprising. After all, a woman is allowed to have but two interests. Marriage, or spewing slander about her peers, apparently. It'd never occur to you that I am, in fact, hoping to find the writer so that we may discuss much more intellective matters. The rights of woman. The exploration of her mind, a mind which, I can already discern, is far, far superior to yours. Is the shock you seem to be displaying at present due to the fact that I appear well-read and articulate?

Eloise Bridgerton (to Pen): Just another reminder of how trapped I am. I can feel people's eyes on me. Every time I walk into a ballroom, I know they are comparing me to Daphne. She was so good at being the diamond and it made my mother so happy. I can never live up to that. I do not want to live up to that, but it does not make it any easier to know you are constantly disappointing people just by walking into a room.