79 Quotes About Elizabeth

Feeling your heartbeats”—I placed my hand against his chest—“reminds me of his heartbeats.” “Running my fingers through your hair”—he tangled his hands through my blonde locks, making me gasp lightly—“helps me remember her.

—Bueno, querida —dijo el señor Bennet, cuando Elizabeth leyó la misiva en voz alta—, si tu hija enferma gravemente, si acaba muriendo, será un consuelo saber que todo fue para pescar al señor Bingley, y siguiendo tus órdenes

If this is wrong, I don't want to be right.

Why do you believe he calls you a 'whelp,' young man? Could it be because you're so like him that he's not certain whether to feel pride or to shoot you and put the world out of its misery?

She said no more, and they went down the other dance and parted in silence; on each side dissatisfied, though not to an equal degree, for in Darcy's breast there was a tolerable powerful feeling towards her, which soon procured her pardon, and directed all his anger against another.

If you were closer, I'd slap you," she said. "Let me help," I replied, and stepped closer. She promptly slapped me, which surprised me only a little. We glared at each other in the near dark, and then she looked away. "I'm sorry I slapped you," she said. "That's all right. I quite enjoyed it.

Empty words from an empty person.

No, indeed, 'pig' is very expressive. And an excellent description of a fellow who flirts with his brother's beloved.

Something dark moves out of the corner of my eye, and the room chills. When I glance over, I see Death, watching us patiently. He’s so hard to look at. He’s everything and nothing. Beautiful and ugly, terrible and wonderful. His eyes are black waters that are too easy to drown in. I can’t even look at what he’s wearing; it’s impossible to look away from that face. He doesn’t spare me a glance—Maggie is who he’s come for.