English Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

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 asked motioning to the line I had offered as she turned to face me. "That love is beautiful, no matter who or what you love," I replied softly looking at the dirt trail before me, since the people in this town travelled by carriages, there weren't any roads to- "There are a lot of those in the book, just one line across the page with no context," "That's because I had that book made, I took my favourite quotes and placed them together," I confessed "So what's the story behind your quote?" She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying.

“‘He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.’ ” I hear Sebastian’s husky voice behind me, quoting the novel’s most famous line and turn my head to face him. Gosh, it was dark out already. Had I read the entire afternoon away? “You have read Wuthering Heights?” I ask him with a smile and put the copy of my book down on my lap. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked towards where I was seated, giving me a gorgeous Jake Gyllenhaal lopsided smile. If my heart had a face, I would punch it right now for its irregular beat. That smile, oh my gosh.

“If you speak like a mystical winter queen in town, people will think you are either an actress or a cult leader.” “I am neither,” I said. “That is why you must learn English properly,” she said, shoving a notebook into my hands. “Repeat after me. I am not from around here.” “I am not from around here,” I said clearly. “No,” she snapped. “Say it casual. I am not from around here.” I repeated it exactly the same. “I am not from around here.” She stared at me. “You did not change anything.” “I did,” I argued. “I said it with more human tone.”

Is there anything this man cannot do? “I have no idea what you just said.” I’ve stopped eating, and I’m completely fixated on his mouth. “It’s a quote from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas. ‘Besides we are men, and after all it is our business to risk our lives.’ I enjoy his books.” I’m caught off guard. He fucking quotes Dumas in French. “You read?” And it happens. His head tilts back and he laughs. I can see his perfectly white teeth and the wide expanse of his neck. The reserve he controls so tightly is gone.

Green asked herself. The unread book on her hand since before, Green smiled at it, especially at quotation written on the cover. "For those who have been hurted in the past," stated the quotation. From the very first glance, the novel has intrigued her. Green laughed at herself, her past was not beautiful, she had a lot of bad memories, and to get to this point it was not easy for her. The gratitude she had expressed to herself was a form of appreciation for her enduring to this day.

Could it be true? "Not when a lot of time is spent there," she replied. "I guess you're right." "Where I come from," Elena said, her body poised as she looked straight ahead, "we often have a saying that goes like, 'Whenever your lamp goes off, never hesitate to pick new fire from your neighbor instead of being all alone in the dark.'" "Uhm, I see, but I don't get it."