Quotations From Pride And Prejudice Novels & Stories

Now, she wondered if take-outs are a good option to quench her remorse in not having a bite of the aforementioned delicacy. “It was but mere luck that you left me, otherwise, I would have suffered and wasted the rest of my youth with a despicable woman like you.” Antony finally spoke out, anger engraved deep in his expression. He had no intention of holding back in the range of insults that the woman was throwing, especially, if it is directed to insult his prized fiancé that he is in love and proud of.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside was a book. A rare first edition of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, its leather-bound cover delicate yet immaculate. She gasped, her fingers brushing over the gilt lettering. Nestled beside it was a small, cream-colored card. She picked it up, her breath catching as she read the elegant script: “For a literature enthusiast. —N.B.”

Elinor said with a huff and Azeph grinned before picking her up and pulling her down toward him. She gasped in surprise only to circle her arms around his shoulders as he put her down in front of him. “Where did that sentence come from? It sounded terribly like a quote from an etiquette book,” he said as he pressed his forehead against hers. “That’s what my mother used to say back when she was teaching me etiquette,” she answered

Mr Elliot had attempted no apology, and shewn himself as unsolicitous of being longer noticed by the family, as Sir Walter considered him unworthy of it: all acquaintance between them had ceased. This very awkward history of Mr Elliot was still, after an interval of several years, felt with anger by Elizabeth, who had liked the man for himself, and still more for being her father's heir, and whose strong family pride could see only in him a proper match for Sir Walter Elliot's eldest daughter. There was not a baronet from A to Z whom her feelings could have so willingly acknowledged as an equal. Yet so miserably had he conducted himself, that though she was at this present time (the summer o

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.

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.

Marianne shakes her head at him. John gives her a beaming smile. “Don’t be too hard on yourself for you haven’t wasted any of those times when you had thought of me.” John smirks, while Marianne couldn’t help to chuckle as she knows that what John had said is one of the quotes in his book. “Alright, you win. I’ll talk to Annie,” said Marianne. “Err… Marianne, now would be a good time for that. I think she should be in her room,” said John, giving her a pleading look.

Pearl jested. Erik smiled. "I have no shame showing off a gorgeous woman like you on my arm." He looked into her eyes. "Are you sure you're alright." He asked. "No. But I will be. That's one thing you can be sure of. I'll always be ok." She said. "Ok isn't good enough. I want you to be happy. Incandescently happy." He said. Pearl smiled. "Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice." Pearl said.

“Mr. Bennett, I believe I’ve already made it clear before, you’re very handsome.” Margaret lightly tapped her fingers on the table. “Moreover, you’re not a flirt or playboy. You carry yourself well, unlike many other men in high society.” “Most importantly, you’re highly capable.” Margaret added frankly, “You know it yourself, when it comes to candidates for a business marriage, you’re rated quite highly.” “Since I’ll have to marry a man from high society to maintain my family’s power anyway, why shouldn’t I choose you? You’re far better than someone like Henry, unfaithful, and foolish.”

"Strict values, a spoiled and unscrupulous girl, and a liar." "Will you keep insulting me? As if you have any right, you're not much different from a scoundrel, don't you dare touch me again." "Don't test me; patience is not my strong suit." "Nor is it mine!" Elizabeth grumbled, turning to him. "We can't have a single conversation without offending or fighting each other, but the worst part is knowing that you were my nephew's wife. I feel like an idiot picking up someone else's used clothes, and I don't like it."