Romans & histoires Famous Quotes Jane Austen

“I wonder how things will change for me. When you’ve left this place. When you’ve moved on, and all I have left of you is the memory of you walking these very cobblestone streets.” Mid-motion, I stop, halting my mug of coffee just before it meets my lips, quirking my brow at Armitage. “We’re feeling very dramatic today, aren’t we?” I muse. Armitage leans back in his chair, staring up at the sky. I watch the steam from his tea curl up into the air and lick the sides of his jaw. “I’ve been getting back into Jane Austen.”

she moved closer to him and clasped her hand over his, “I am telling you my favorite quote because it applies to you Nathan. I have seen you so many times put yourself down because you are blind but I want you to know that you can do much better, you don’t have to beat yourself up everyday because you can’t see, you are still the Nathan that the world knows and the world awaits more from you” “Babe…” he whispered but he could not get the words out of his mouth, he wasn’t expecting her to do this for him, this was the first time and it was beautiful. “Should I tell you another quote from the book?” “Hmmm” he nodded, “i really want to hear it” “Don't take life too seriously. Punch it in the fa

And it seemed so completely miraculous right then that this man, so steeped in wealth and power, who could have anything in the world he wanted… wanted her. Her heart twisted Itself into a knot so tight and tender she could hardly breathe. Then he crossed the room and drew her into his arms. Turned her face up to his and gazed at her in a manner she was sure Jane Austen would have described as Colet. “You’re enchanting,” he said. “I want to kiss you, but I’m afraid I’ll smudge it.”

I am a good witch actress. I have noticed that everyone in this class all ears on her yet, she sounds too bored reciting the famous Romeo and Juliet. "Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes; being vexed a sea nourished with lovers' tears. One of the famous lines that I'd love, I joined her in reciting each word and she noticed me saying it. "The girl in the back row stood up." I used to point at myself and look around, I stood up in my seat and all of the students were staring at me.

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)

Everything about this house is wrong. Maybe I really shouldn't have stepped out of the car. I should have just scoffed and drove away with my no longer existent bumper. That would have saved me a lot. The man doesn't say anything, he just keeps staring— No, glaring at me. His gaze burrowing into me. Sweat trickles down my spine. He doesn't believe me. “I’m a huge fan of Jane Austen books. Pride and Prejudice.” I flash him the brightest smile I could pull.

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.”

CHAPTER 13 "It was a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." ― Jane Auste, Pride and Prejusice. Turning my head to where the sound had emerged out of nowhere, I saw a man with grey hair crowning the top of his head, and hands on his waist waiting for my response. "Excuse me," I managed to say through my clogged throat. For a little while or more he stood there as a statue, completely ignoring my presence, looking around him as though not quite sure I was the only one in the corridor.

All equality of alliance must rest with Elizabeth, for Mary had merely connected herself with an old country family of respectability and large fortune, and had therefore given all the honour and received none: Elizabeth would, one day or other, marry suitably. It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost. It was so with Elizabeth, still the same handsome Miss Elliot that she had begun to be thirteen years ago, and Sir Walter might be excused, therefore, in forgetting her age, or, at least, be deemed only half a fo

She rushed towards her and hugged her affectionately, before walking her to her seat. “Hmmm,” Lucy snorted. “Jane, you are still as soft as always, that's why you are always bullied.” Lucy shook her head as the memories of their college days rushed into her head. Jane was a quiet person throughout their school days. No one knew she was the heiress of the Lockwood’s empire. Her beauty was the only thing that made her famous back then in school.