Eloise Bridgerton Quotes

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.

Eloise Bridgerton: I look like a prize calf, trussed up for auction.

(Benedict moos at her)

Benedict Bridgerton: Eloise… are you Lady Whistledown? You’re an accomplished writer, always scribbling in that diary of yours. You certainly know everyone else’s business. You have more opinions than anyone else I know in London. You would have my full support and admiration either way, Sister. So… is it you?

Eloise Bridgerton: No. Though if it were… do you honestly think that I’d admit it?

Eloise Bridgerton (to Benedict): Whistledown is a woman, therefore she has nothing, and still she writes. You’re a man, therefore you have everything. You are able to do whatever you want. So do it. Be bold. At least that way I can live vicariously through you.