Quotes About Great Expectations Novels & Stories

Lee sneered, "Impossible! Young lady, your ambition is too big, you're daydreaming. How could I agree to such a condition? The proverb says, 'greed will overreach itself', don't you understand?" "I am still young, don't understand many profound truths!" Jessica smiled and replied. "Do you behave like this in front of Quincy?" "I've always been like this, greedy and lustful. Quincy knows!" Jessica laughed. Damn it! I don't care about the Gootal Group. If it weren't that he is Quincy's grandfather, who would be willing to listen to his nonsense by staying here!

“Lucas, dear, you know I always support you in everything you do. But… I can’t help but wonder.” Lucas raised an eyebrow, already sensing where this was going. “Grandmother, what is it?” Margaret gave him a pointed look. “You’re not getting any younger, my dear and I’m not getting any younger either. Is it so wrong for an old woman to wish for a great-grandchild while she’s still here to spoil them?” Lucas chuckled. “You don’t waste any time, do you?” “I never have,” she replied with a wink. “But truly, Lucas, you’ve accomplished so much. You’ve built an empire, and you’ve helped so many people, but life isn’t just about success, it’s about family.”

“Even if going to the Darvin family isn’t physically dangerous, they’re clearly trying to win you over. After how Margaret treated you? This sudden ‘mother-daughter love’ reeks of Patrick.” My wolf huffed in agreement. I already knew that. Leeches, that was a good word for them. I tilted my head, a slow smile tugging at my lips. “There’s a saying,” I murmured, “the higher the expectations… the greater the disappointment.” I gave them a small wink. Chloe froze, then she sat up straight so fast the air shifted. “Ohhh. You’re going to mess with them.” I lifted a brow, neither confirming nor denying.

“You're still going to apply. I don't care if I have to sell my kidney and half a lung. I'll definitely get the money somehow.” “But..” she sniffed. “You've already done so much and…” “I'm not giving up on your dreams, Eleanor.” I pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “One of us has to become something legendary, and I vote you.” Whoever came up with the quote Easier said than Done , was definitely referring to me, because that was the first harsh lesson I'd learned this afternoon.

There but for the grace of God go I. Don’t judge. —George Joe Lachlan. It sounded like it had been written by someone who hadn’t slept in days, manic, rattling off one platitude after another. But the longer the words marinated in the back of my brain, the more I began to consider the possibility that Marcus might be right. There’s something there, in the letters. In Marcus. In mine, an answer or a clue. I read Marcus’s letter again. Slower this time.

He folded his hands above his plate and looked across the room at a large painting on the wall of an English fox hunt. “Money wasn’t everything, though, Charlie. JJ Astor, Ben Guggenheim, there are others who could’ve written a check large enough to pay the salaries of every crew member for the rest of their lives who didn’t find a seat in the lifeboat and didn’t have the capacity to hang on until they were rescued as you did.” “Capacity?” Charlie asked, looking at her with wide eyes. Again, his voice wasn’t angry, but that condescending tone was present. “I didn’t do anything miraculous or spectacular, Meg. I was just… lucky.”

“Well everywhere. Isn’t this the story of every common man? Always trying hard, giving their best and waiting with a mirage of hope that someday, something will happen.” “Bondhu, don’t philosophize. Give me one example, where someone set out with a vision, kept working on it day and night, improved himself day and night, failed a thousand times and didn’t give up yet, was not blessed with greatness in the end.” “I know one example. At least one I know.” “Who?” “No, leave it. Let it be.” “Now that you’ve thought of it, give it out.”

She decided on Great Expectations, gladly picking up the book and bouncing back to her bed, to enjoy another pleasurable surmount of reading a book. "So, throughout life, our worst weaknesses and meannesses are usually committed for the sake of the people whom we most despise." ― Charles Dickens Sighing, she went downstairs to read in the living room. The windows were open and the bright rays of the sun gently crowned a portion of the room. Sapphire plunged herself in the thick, rust-colored couch and began to immerse herself in the world of Pip, with all the marshlands and funny accent people spoke there. In the middle of reading, she heard engines of an unfamiliar vehicle. She stood up and

It feels losing a great part of himself where the only pieces left are the worse parts. “Essi has always liked you whether you had amnesia or not. She is always approved of you,” she said. “And she didn’t change her mind.” “I can’t help but feel bad that she is doing great. If she needed help, I can’t even give one.” “You can get better. Don’t spend the days of your life here lamenting for losing this and not having that,” Gwyneth repeated Essi’s quote about choosing the purpose of life. “We’re all bound to work hard. The Oneil that I know does not get discouraged on his way. He gets trained by his experiences. His willingness to learn is his asset for knowledge. His willingness to do better

“What do you mean?” “I was raised and taught to have sympathy amongst others, but I see them living with anger against all odds. I was raised and taught to avoid digging my own grave with compassion, but I see them digging their own graves with hatred. I was raised and taught to be kind to others but I see them been cruel to each other and even themselves.” I said, “I just wonder why this is happening. Is it just a storm passing or it is how it is?” “In life, you have to just expect the unexpected. Life itself is so unfair, young man.”