Famous Quotes Jane Austen Novels & Stories

“Any favorite books?” She thought for a moment. “I guess I’ve always liked classic novels. Jane Austen, especially.” She looked at him, expecting maybe a polite nod, but his gaze held an amused glint. “Austen, huh? Let me guess—Pride and Prejudice?” he asked with a teasing smile. Kendall laughed softly, feeling her cheeks warm. “Yes, actually. How’d you know?” He shrugged, his eyes playful. “Just a hunch. The whole ‘stubborn but secretly thoughtful hero’ thing seems to have an appeal.”

Jane sighed and sat on the bed. "I don't know, Ave. Good guys aren't really my thing. They say smart things that I don't understand. They make me feel like I'm stupid." Avery turned to her friend who looked sad, "No, silly. You just feel like that because you know he is smart. You told me to be myself with Carson, right? Why don't you do that? Talk about the things that interest you. You are a wonderful woman, Jane. You are smart and you are amazing. Don't settle for less."

I said softly. She unwrapped it with the same gentleness, peeling back the paper to reveal a small bronze bookmark wrapped in tissue. It was old, beautifully engraved, with a quote etched in elegant lettering: You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. — Jane Austen. Annie went completely silent, running her fingertips across the metal like she was trying to memorize every curve. "Nate…" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's beautiful."

He wondered if Miss Bennet had that capacity as she seemed rather too inclined to think well of everyone whereas his aunt only appeared to do so. Unfortunately, his aunt's sister, Miss Prudence Graves, had a personality rather more closely matched that of her brother-in-law than Lady Matlock. She had her own oft told aphorisms of being meant to go to her "grave a Graves" as well as being "Prudence by name, prudent by nature," and her absolute favorite trotted out on every possible occasion, that "a lady in possession of a good fortune is not in want of a husband." All of which were brought out either before or during dinner.

a young man smiled. "That's right, no matter what happens later, you have to drink a few rounds," another person chimed in. "Yo ho, it seems that Queen Piper has brought a stunning woman with her." Everyone stopped drinking and turned their attention to Piper and Jane. Jane dislikes the significant stares of these individuals, but she remains fearless. Piper grinned and declared, "Meet my dear friend Jane Austen, a renowned actor. I brought her along today to meet the managers. Naturally, I also want to explore the possibility of collaborating."

Annette said. "If he has fallen for you, he will want to change for you," Jane said "It's that a book quote," Annette smiled as she stared at her friend "Nope, it's a quote by yours truly," Annette said as she pushed her friend on the hand playfully "Was the food any good?" Jane asked "Yeah, and we brought you something. It's in my bag," Annette said "I love you," Jane said as she kissed Annette on the cheek "You love food more," Annette said with a smile

His eyes scanned my cluttered bookshelves, the stacks of novels on my nightstand, the little potted plant I kept on the windowsill because it made the space feel less lonely. “Nice collection,” he said casually, picking up a worn copy of Pride and Prejudice from the shelf. He flipped it open without looking at the cover, thumbing to a random page like he knew exactly where to go. “ ‘I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.’ ” He quoted it perfectly, voice low and warm, with just the right touch of Darcy’s arrogance. I blinked, sitting up slowly and pulling the sheet around my chest. “You… know Austen by heart?”

Amy called Jane to brew a cup of tea which in no time she delivered. The meeting with him began and with what Reynolds had taught her on what to say and what not to say came in handy. As the meeting came to an end, Mr. Christian had a broad smile plastered on his face and leaned forward. If Amy was perplexed, she didn’t let it show. “I must say, I was curious about what Mr. Bennet’s wife was made of and like I heard from my sources you did not disappoint. I understand only the best people marry the best.

“Miss Hale. Of course.” Kenzie stood, heart hammering but voice steady. “Actually, Professor, I’d argue Austen wasn’t repressed. She was surgical. That ‘polite dialogue’ is foreplay. Every withheld glance, every double entendre—it’s edging the reader for three hundred pages. You’re projecting your own modern horniness onto Regency restraint.” A ripple of nervous laughter swept the hall. Someone in the back actually whispered, “Oh shit.”

If life were predictable then it would cease to be life and be without flavor. That was a quote by Eleanor Roosevelt, Josephine thought as she lay in bed without clothes, under the sheets. It has been a while she has woken up after the long night she had with Lucas, yet, she has not moved or turned her body. It was because she knows that if she does, she won’t see him there and so, she has decided to remain in that position and reflect on her life.