Romans & histoires Famous Quotes Jane Austen

“A new morning glory' will be our motto and one day, I will be entailed with Black Fabrics. I have heard they only work with famous figures." "This is the first step, I shall reach my dream and you will see celebrities wearing my brand. Filthy rich people will die for it. My dream will be fulfilled." She went on and on. "Of course you will succeed in life and everything you said will happen, Sweetie." Mrs Bennet clapped for her along with Bertha. "Congrats, Red!" "And my grand outlet will be in New York-" Bertha cut Red off, "Hey, Hey, We have listened to your speech Red, now come, we have to cut the cake, or else I will eat it all alone." Bertha whined.

"Didn't I? Jane, you built an empire, and I acted like it was a hobby." "I didn't tell you how big the company was." "Because you thought I couldn't handle it." "No, because I thought you'd think differently of me." "You were right. I do think differently of you." Jane looked hurt. "See? I knew—" "I think you're the most incredible woman I've ever met." Jane blinked. "What?" "I think I'm lucky to be married to someone so smart and successful and generous." "Generous?" "Veronica told me about the charity donations. Millions of dollars, Jane."

She slapped my arm. Laughing, I dodged her attacks and scooted closer to the bus window. “Enlighten me about this great Pride and Prejudice favorite of yours then.” “Don’t you underestimate my preference. It’s a Jane Austen Classic.” She boasted proudly. “Yeah? And then?” She sighed while my grin grew wider. I found it amusing that she’s getting all so fed up by defending her favorite novel. The more I looked unconvinced, she grew more frustrated.

I yelled out, more of a rebuke of his lasting presence in my head, than of the figure behind the door. Not long after his departing footsteps fell on the floor with a heavy thud, I heard an ecstatic voice downstairs. Since the maids were all gone. I could only make a guess…that blonde Lucifer. I searched for a book in one of my luggages that held the books that formed my mini library, and dug out Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice.

’ My feet carried me slowly, across the room, my fingertips brushing against the shelves before picking up a book. Persuasion by Jane Austen. Nostalgia hit me like a train. “It's still here…” I whispered, picking up another book. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. I flipped through the pages, inhaling the faint smell of old papers. “It's all here, Andrew.” I croaked. “I know…” he whispered. “What do you two want?” A haggard voice asked, walking close to us. My eyes landed on a wrinkly figure, a cane to balance her as she walked closer.

“I don’t know. You keep everything in such good condition. I’m almost afraid to touch anything in this room.” “I know you’ll be careful with my things.” She nodded and pulled the book off the shelf. “I didn’t know you liked Jane Austen.” “Why not?” She shrugged. “She’s a woman author.” “I’m broad minded enough to think women have a lot to offer society. I enjoy her work.” “This is one of my favorite books. Sense and Sensibility. The story of two sisters who represent two opposing forces: logic and emotion.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. He seemed to be considering her analysis of the book. “I didn’t think anyone else in Virginia understood that.”

If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out and ask for it. “I’ll be sure to remember that,” I said. “Thank you so much, Enzo. And I’m glad to have a fellow reader in the building.” “Jane Austen is an old favourite,” he said, waving the book about. “You love books as well?” “Does a fish love water?” I said. “Hard to tell,” he replied. “We’ll have to ask one.” I laughed at the obvious attempt at humor, and it was just so nice and easy to talk to him. After the day I’d just had, I needed something to make me smile.

Slowly, I pushed back the Jane Austen book I was about to pick up, and turned to meet Mark’s quizzical gaze. “I-I… I’m sorry sir, I didn’t think anyone would be here,” I stammered, desperately trying to avoid his piercing gaze. He stared at me for a while, then shifted his gaze to the shelf. “Jane Austen. She’s a good read,” Mark said, picking up the book. “You can keep it,” he said with a soft look on his face and turned to walk away. I was perplexed by his demeanor and managed to compose myself enough to look up.

She talks about her friends but yet none visits her in the house. Of course I can’t waste a minute of my time listening to how rich Jack is, I turned off the television and just as I was about going upstairs I saw Jane in a Louis Vuiton designer dress clearly showing off her curves and edges in a way that no man would pass her on the way without turning his head. “you look amazing” I complemented “thank you, I couldn’t have looked any better” she replied with so much pride “you seem to be going somewhere”

Still, the thought of having to bow his head to Aunt Jane made his skin crawl. “Fine,” he muttered finally, his voice low. “But just so you know, if this backfires, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Mrs. Bennett’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles. “It won’t backfire. Not if you do exactly what I say.”