Bronte Quotes の小説・ストーリー

"Yes. I don’t care who you think you are. You’ve disrespected me, insulted me, and manipulated me long enough. You’re nothing but a leech, feeding off your son’s hard work, poisoning everything you touch. I’m done with you." Beatrice’s mouth opened and closed as though she couldn’t find the right words to retaliate. She had never expected Suzanne, the quiet, compliant woman she had always treated like an extension of herself, to snap like this. It was a blow to her ego that she hadn’t seen coming, and it left her stunned.

His eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Britney. At this moment, the Chairman of the Schmitt Group, Brodie, also approached, saying, "What are you all talking about? Why are you laughing like this?" "I said, Quinten's daughter had his charm back then," Augustus replied with a smile. "That's for sure, like father, like daughter!" Brodie agreed.

“The healthiest thing is to allow them to build what they have between themselves first. When two people genuinely find each other, when they find something worth protecting, the rest tends to follow. You cannot force the order of those things without damaging all of them.” I stop there. The silence goes on long enough that I wonder if I have said the wrong thing. Then she nods says. “You are not entirely useless.” Coming from Marianne D’Angelo, I suspect that is a significant compliment. She stands and the conversation is over. She does not say thank you and I do not expect her to. I stand as well. I am almost at the greenhouse door when she speaks again, without turning around. “If they do

“Or I might not be responsible for what happens to you.” “How dare you threaten Edna, you young upstart,” Dorothy said raising her umbrella. “Yes,” Edna said with equal disgust. “Show your elders some respect.” “Maybe our elders don’t deserve respect,” Emily said suddenly to Beatrice. “Maybe they should be put down like the useless dogs they are?”

“I’m not going to give up. I will find a way. We will find a way.” But even as she spoke the words, they sounded hollow to her own ears. How could she fight a man like Mr. Bronton, a billionaire, when her own father was actively working against her? How could she protect her sisters from the consequences of her defiance when their very survival seemed to hang in the balance?

I shan’t state the painfully obvious, but this is the real world, after all. Beatrice dug her nails into the palms of her hands to distract herself from the hurtful words. But her tears remained constant and bitter. ‘Tears of realisation, dear girl?’ Pontefract leered. ‘You are naïve at best. Only you could think cooking is something a girl should entertain. You’ve set the women’s movement back over a century!’ ‘Maybe murder is a cooler way to spend your time?’ Beatrice snapped. ‘It is,’ Pontefract said. His eyes told her that he meant it.

Beatrice speaks, her words slicing quiet like metal through fog. My eyelids stay shut. That sound - it isn’t soft or faint. I say so, shaky. Loud enough to know it means something “What does it say?” I let the warmth of the memory fill my words, making them seem otherworldly. “It says… ‘She stands in the sun, and she is not afraid of the shadows. She makes the shadows seem… quiet.’” That wasn’t his words. Yet my skin knew it, in the quiet times. Real enough - just not what she searches for.

Beatrice lit the candle beside her sister's grave and stood up to look at the whole tombstone of her sister until she looked at Quiver's monument. The pain in her chest suddenly increased while looking at Quiver's tombstone. Beatrice took a deep breath and calmed herself not to cry again. She looked at her sister's grave again and smiled. "How are you there?" She asked, knowing that no one would answer her. She used to talk with her sister's tombstone whenever she visited Margarett.

In that moment, she'd won such a smile from Brock, a smile that she wanted to burn forever into her memory. "Oh, my sweet lass. I wish I could buy every book in the store for you." He didn't say it, didn't tell her that he loved her, but he hadn't shied away, hadn't denied her feelings. That at least was a start. "Let me buy you books instead." She reached for the first title she could find behind him. When she lifted it up, the gilded letters on the spine flashed in the sunlight. "The Lady of the Lake by Sir Walter Scott. He's one of us," Brock declared proudly.

– Brittany “Of course, it’s perfectly calculated, you make one right move you win, and one fucking wrong move, you know what it will be.” – Jamie “I guess that is what is happening to me, always making the wrong move, in life and love, I hope I don’t when it comes to mate.” – Brittany “You haven’t, you have a perfect family and in the future a perfect mate.” – Brittany “They are not my family.” – Brittany