English Novel Quotes 소설 & 이야기

Infatuated How does one know if they really, really, really like person? All night, I've been re-reading romance novels I've read. Jane Austen, F. Scott Fitzgerald, even William Shakespeare. All of the things I've read brought me to one ridiculous hypothesis. "I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun." – Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen)

I stepped toward her and set my hand on her waist before murmuring, “We make ourselves rich by making our wants few.” Her lips parted as if that was the most profound thing she’d ever heard. And it might’ve been, since it had originally come from the lips of Henry David Thoreau. Which was why I couldn’t continue to take credit for it. I pointed past her toward the wall with my free hand. “At least that’s what Thoreau says.” She glanced back to find the quote printed and framed above the desk. “Oh.” Scowling, she whirled back to poke me in the gut. “You cheated. That’s a cheater’s answer.”

Jane felt as if her brain had been deep-fried. "So where are you at with A Tale of Two Cities?" Lucy asked to fill the silence. "I'm getting to 150 pages now," Jane said. "What are you reading for your book report?" "Oh, I'm reading The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde," Lucy said proudly. "I love Oscar Wilde. So many lines to live by. Like: 'It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.'"

Ladies will continuously feel for you!" I said, "I was a very fine Englishman once," and it hit me like a knife. "It is possible; thou art still, sitting, and showing the right profile—filled with chic—then rich, rich!" "You were unable to fail to remember that I am rich, Suzette?" "Assuming I did, I could cherish you, Jamais!" "Also, does the ocean help to forestall an assault?" — "Nonattendance—and I go to an unfortunate spot I knew when I was youthful, and I wash and cook, and cause myself to recall what

She won’t ask me not to show up again, will she? "Sometimes tears can ease the pain in one's heart... This phrase is from "Who Killed Midnight", isn't it?" Even though she had calmed down, the redness surfaced on her face again from embarrassment. Only after hearing the young man use another phrase from that book did she remember where the first one was from. Jake wanted to slap himself. JUST QUIT MUTTERING BOOK QUOTES, YOU WEIRDO!! She will find out this way. But he couldn’t deny it. The question was more of a rhetorical one. It would be useless to deny anything.

He crossed his arms while narrowing his eyes at me. Time passed while playing, laughing and revealing a few things about each other which made me late for the office. Just thinking about it gives me a weird feeling. •••••••••••••• 'Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see'. ~Mark Twain. I used this quote in my poem. H.LOCKHART.

Originally, she didn't think it was a big deal, but she felt a little embarrassed after hearing what he said, so she explained, "Well... I knew it from a novel. Ha-ha..." "Alright." James nodded, and then asked with a curious face, "What novel did you read? Let's read it together and make some progress." Elizabeth was suddenly choked by her saliva. After coughing a few times, she said, "I can't remember it." In fact, that was just her excuse. Besides, although she had never seen it, she had heard about it. Many people would joke like this... James repressed his smile, "Oh. Then show me when you remember it, okay?"

He was just mad at everything; Buckley, his clothes, the shower, the water, the damn graffiti quote on the wall, life itself. Wait a minute...graffiti quotes!?! Of all the things students scribble on the wall, quotes were the least of them, so what in the heavens was a quote doing there... He pulled closer to the wall, near the broken sink to read the description which was written in a well written ancient Roman lettering. "The Road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began, now far ahead the road has gone and I must follow, if I can. Pursuing it with eager feet until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet and whither then? I cannot say."

Lastly, why are you quoting Shakespeare to me? 'You are offending my sensibilities, madam. I'm courting you with my linguistic prowess’, he said clutching his heart. 'Linguistic What? What's with regency lingo? Please tell me you don't read another of your mom's stupid novels', I pleaded. 'Is it what the lady prefers?' 'Ugh, forget it. I can't even sue you for harassment' 'No law can deflect my emotions, madam. I was born to adore you. You are the moon of my life'