Quotes From Elizabeth Bennet In Pride And Prejudice Novels & Stories

Bennet replied, pointing at the Dior package on the floor. “She asked the doorman to hand it to me before I left.” Owen slumped forward, propped his elbows on his knees, and cradled his head. “I’m such an idiot. I ruined everything.” “That you did. Now take the purses back to her, and ask for forgiveness.” Mrs. Bennet commanded. “I don’t think she’ll let me in tonight after I said all those awful words to her.” “What awful words did you say to that poor, beautiful girl? Did you make her cry?”

She does the same thing and looked even happier seeing him here. “How are you, momma? Miss me?” “Silly boy. Of course, I do. You never told me how beautiful your fiancée was. Good God, look at that eyes. Is it real, my dear?” Elizabeth's cheeks become red. She couldn't help but smile so widely at her compliment. “Yes, Mrs. Walton. I got it from my mother.” “Please, just call me Dinah and I see. I mean, it is obvious just by looking at you, you got nothing from Edgar. I also want to say that I am sorry about what is going on in your life right now. I have heard.”

"Who told you that?! Is it your mother?!" Ziggy peered at Mr. Bennet's hand coldly. "Do I need other people to tell me? All those with a partially-functioning brain would know. If it weren't for Rue latching on to Edward, the Bennets would already be bankrupt because of a lack of cooperative partners." "I don't know how you can be so proud of yourself, it's hilarious." Mr. Bennet raised his hand in a fit of passion and lashed out at Ziggy, aiming at his face. "Shut up! A little twerp like you has no business commenting on the Bennets!"

He carelessly wiped the trickle of blood from his lip and stared at the bristling man. "Having a friend like you was my greatest mistake. You knew! You knew I liked her, but still went behind my back and snatched her away from me!" Bennet ranted, his chest rising up and down as he heaved in agitation. "You snatched her, but didn't cherish her. You had a treasure, but didn't have the eyes to recognize her value. Now that someone else has discovered her worth, you shouldn't have anything to say." "If she was as great as you make her out to be, then she wouldn't have accepted my proposal!" Nick scoffed.

"If you hadn't forced your way into his life that night, the tittle of Mrs. Elliot would've been mine!" I nodded slowly, a sad smile curling up at the corner of my lip. "Well, congratulations to you, as you're about to hold that tittle now. At least, he just announced you to the whole world as his fiancee. It's just a matter of time, and you'll become his wife," I said simply. But, the second those words left my mouth, her expression changed, her face twisting into a deadly glare. "You think you're perfect, don't you?" She asked, her voice dripping with menace.

Bennett turned and made her way toward Lydia, who was still perched awkwardly on the edge of the dining table. The moment she got near her, she hissed in Lydia’s face. “You are a Bennett. Never forget that.” “How could I ever forget that?” Lydia snapped back. “You’re always there to remind me of that.” “Yes. Good,” Mrs. Bennett replied. “Because at times, you act like you’re not one.”

Elizabeth also didn't expect that she had guessed it right by just randomly thinking. Of course, at that moment, she also somewhat felt like she had read too many novels. Charlotte looked around and there was no bag that particularly caught her eye. "Liz, stop talking about those, quickly see if there's anything you like." Elizabeth didn't have the budget for it and simply shook her head, saying, "No." "Shall we go and see the clothes?" "Walk, walk, walk!"

Bash interjected, "She has been feeling uncomfortable all day today. She didn't let me inform you, saying she was afraid of interrupting your care for Phoebe." Chester glanced at Mrs. Bash, his gaze cold and heartless. How could he forget? Things that Elizabeth found inconvenient to say were spoken through the mouth of this old woman. Elizabeth pretended to reprimand her. "Mrs. Bash, please don't say that. Could you please go and get me some food?" "Okay, what do you want to eat?" "Something light will be fine, I'll leave the choice up to you. I'm not feeling up to eating much just yet."

Someone better. Bennet stops at my door. “You’re freezing, let’s get you warmed up, okay?” I wriggle in his arms until he sets me on my feet. “Don’t listen to her. She’s jealous. You have something she wants. She will say anything to make you feel inferior.” “But, she isn’t wrong, Bennet.” I whisper. I can’t even bring myself to look at him. “Go help. Save the pup.”

he replied. "Indeed, I do not think I would wish you to be too amiable," Elizabeth said. "Civil when civility is called far of course, but I enjoy debating you too well for you to make yourself universally agreeable." "I cannot help but agree on this point," Darcy said. "Complete deference bores me; I definitely prefer a woman who holds her own opinions." "You and I are too wise to woo peaceably, I think," Elizabeth said. "Beatrice to my Benedick," he said, recognizing the line from Much Ado About Nothing.