Quotations From Pride And Prejudice Novels & Stories

“I only hope, my darling, that you wake up before love costs you more than your name.” Lucy stood frozen, her heart pounding, her mother’s words echoing like thunder in her mind. “Mum, don’t say that,” Lucy whispered, shaking her head. “Austin isn’t like that. He’s been there for me when no one else was.” Mrs. Bennett gave a low, humorless laugh. “Oh, darling, I’m sure he has. That’s what men like him do, they make you believe you’re safe… until you realize the cage was gold all along.”

he purred sexily. " Does it turn you on when you tease me? Shawn?" I stressed his name trying to piss him off by saying so. " If you keep doing this kind of stuff, I would think that you really like me. Wouldn't I?" I added stepping on his pride. " You are being too old-fashioned using the words like and love. I guess it's true that poor people's only redemption in life is falling in love." He stated calmly while smirking. " That's not what I meant..."

Her jaw clenched, “I’m not interested in living off someone else’s money.” “That’s a charming fantasy,” I said, “But reality tends to be less sentimental.” The color in her cheeks deepened, “I didn’t ask for any of this,” she snapped. “No,” I agreed smoothly, “You didn’t but you’re here anyway.” She glared at me like she wanted to throw something. “Let me give you some advice,” I said quietly, “Pride is only useful when you can afford it. And you,” I finished coolly, “are in absolutely no position to be turning down help.”

Jane cocked her brows, her eyes glimmering with mischief, resembling an enchanting fairy, incredibly alluring. She asked, "You’ll take everything?" Zachary's Adam's apple bobbed as he nodded. Jane laughed, articulating every word. "You... can’t... satisfy... me..." Seeing Zachary's ever-changing and unpleasant expression brought her a sense of satisfaction. "As a man, you can't even handle this much, yet you keep complaining to me. I prefer a man who is better in bed. Sorry, Mr. Collins, you're getting old."

She turned and stared at her sister with a dark look that could make any monster shudder. - "Make my family proud? You mean make you proud, don't you? Don't make me laugh Jane, you're the one who thinks you can get away with anything, just because you have feelings for the Prince. And how do you want me to behave? I'm actually much more mature than you, and yet I'm two years younger than you. In the end, I sincerely wonder who is soiling the image and honor of the Kestle family: me or you? Frankly, I really feel sorry for you Jane, I can hardly find any good points for you anymore. And to think that I admired you when I was younger, I wanted to be like you. But now I think I'm glad I matured

He can't help but smile while, The room falls into a tense silence. The Crawleys seem stunned, as if they’ve never been confronted so directly. Finally, Mr. Crawley spits out, “You’re wasting your life on him. You are young and beautiful. Choose someone else instead of this useless!” Carol lifts her chin. **No. I’m standing by someone worth everything.** James relays her words with pride in his voice. Mrs. Crawley glares, her eyes cold and venomous. “You’ll regret this.”

“Humph, what a disappointing display from the heiress of the Lockwood. A shrill voice pierced the air, shattering the warm atmosphere of the private room. You can’t even greet your elders before indulging in frivolous activities. The speaker, a middle-aged woman, with a pinched expression rolled her eyes at Jane, before continuing. Dad, I fear this young lady may not possess the refinement and dignity required of a matriarch of a big family like ours. I think you should a rethink your choice of bride for our esteemed Leonard.

“I will not be anyone’s mistress. Not for money. Not for security. And certainly not to Mr. Bennett.” Uncle Mathew’s face darkened instantly. His brows furrowed, his lips tightened, and his nostrils flared like a bull ready to charge. “Listen to yourself,” he spat. “So proud, so arrogant. You think you’re still the rich little princess, don’t you? You think you’re above everyone else.” His words struck me like a slap. “What?” I whispered in disbelief. “Proud? Arrogant? I came here humbly begging you for help, Uncle. I have nowhere else to go!”

He knew God damnit, he knew. I ruined the mood between us again, but I had to. I cannot allow Sebastian to creep into my heart, not after Nicholas completely crushed it. I think back to my Jane Eyre quote from earlier, realizing that I did not actually complete it. “ ‘I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.’ ”

“Rooke’s matriarch sends wardrobe notes and two phrases she would like us to deploy with surgical cruelty. The city convenes at noon. The Foundry regrets the inconvenience of being right.” Evelyn tied the red scarf Maera had forced into her hand days ago. She did not knot it elegantly. Elegance is for rooms that wish to be forgiven before they ask. “What are Rooke’s phrases?” Lucien read with pleasure that did not disguise caution. “One: ‘Decency without receipts is cowardice.’ Two: ‘Pedantry is violence when it is used to delay water and bread.’” “Good,” Maera said, appearing with tea like a small army. “Write them on your palm where polite men think women keep their handkerchiefs.”