Quotes From Elizabeth Bennet In Pride And Prejudice Novels & Stories

But my worry quickly shifted to other grounds as Claire whined and fell into a deep sob, grating sounds echoing hollowly in her chest as her breathing grew rapid. "You should forget her words," I said, calmly tapping musically on her back. "What you did was the right thing, no matter what anyone would say," I voiced, regardless of Lorenzo who stood frozen by my words, eyes leaving his emotionless pit and putting on a lawyer's wig. He probably harboured the same line of thought as Elizabeth but I wasn't going to let him have his way. He wasn't aware of the many plots that Mrs. Bennet had plotted against her daughter, even wishing her death. Even if he was aware, he certainly didn't know how d

As we exited the De'Luca mansion and into our car, the tension started to dissipate a breath of relief escaping my lips. Elizabeth glanced at me and somehow I knew whatever comes from her mouth would be insulting , with a sly and mischievous grin she said, "Well, well, it seems you'll soon be wed to an old, ugly man. Quite the fate you've sealed for yourself, my dear sister." I felt a pang of frustration at Elizabeth’s words but I knew I would have to shoulder such remarks. "Elizabeth, don't be cruel. We both know there is more to this decision than meets the eye."

There was a panicked look in her eyes that I had never seen before. “Elijah, you can’t call the police. Think of it as doing a good thing for the baby. Don’t escalate things.” What did she mean by that? What kind of excuse was that? Before I could retort, my parents abruptly stood up at the head table. “No one’s allowed to call the police!” my father, Roger Bennet, roared. My mother, Margot Bennet, agreed in a sharp voice, “Anyone who calls the police will be going against the Bennet family!”

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?”