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1 " I'm trying to be a better man, Liz. Are you watching? "
― Sophia Rose , The Darcy Monologues
2 " There are a million ways a man can become a Mr. Darcy.” “True.” “But it takes an Elizabeth Bennet to see them. "
― , The Darcy Monologues
3 " All novels are impossible. We would not wish to read them if they were not. Can you imagine how dull a tale would be if it were completely founded in reality. I declare implausibility a must if the reader is not to be bored to tears. "
4 " The idea that Elizabeth and Darcy would live happily ever after is a complete fairy tale.” “A fantasy.” “Yep. A fantasy that’s been perpetuated by women for two hundred years. The perfect Mr. Darcy.” “I wouldn’t say Mr. Darcy is perfect”—Lynley tilted her head, a mischievous grin on her lips, her eyes sparkling with humor—“he’s just forgiven. "
5 " You don’t think that literature can be a reflection of real life?” “Sure it can. But, like I said, Mr. Darcy isn’t a reflection of real life. I think he’s been put on a pedestal. It’s irrational. "
6 " I run. At least five miles a day.” When he saw her look of appreciation, he felt compelled to add, “Usually more. "
7 " Closing her eyes as she swallowed her last bite, she licked her lips and exhaled her satisfaction. Darcy licked his lips, too, thinking he had never been so turned on by French toast. "
8 " I will always remember her in that moment . . . her curls peeking out under her new hat, ruffled by the wind . . . the cinnamon freckles on her sun-kissed face . . . an expression of heartfelt delight shining from eyes I could gaze into forever. Never had I felt like I had come home. "
9 " The irritation she displayed as she dealt with the heavy fabric made me smile. My lady had become accustomed to the freedom of men’s clothing and was not happy returning to female fashions. "
10 " I will not allow this,” Jane said, her expression set. “I will not sacrifice one sister in a suicidal attempt to save another.” A gasp went through the room, followed by a shocked hush. Bennet’s eyes closed and she whispered, “Jane. "
11 " The tiniest bead of sweat had formed at her hairline and the swell of her bust rose and fell rapidly, teasingly. A glimpse of a white bra strap was visible where her dress had moved in the dance and her thick hair was in some disarray. For an unguarded moment, I imagined it even more so. It felt wicked to look at her in this way, but I did. I could not tear my eyes away. "
12 " I knew by the slim shoulders, exactly the right height, by the tapering body and now, the laugh, ringing out over the hubbub of Friday night is music night. That was her, sure as anything. "
13 " My God, do you ever stop talking?” I felt her laugh as I kissed her throat, making a soft sound rise out her. “Sometimes. Give me a good reason. "
14 " She’d kissed me. Eliza Bennet kissed me. I shook my head, feeling a smile tug at my lips. I took out the small mirror I kept in my desk. The shape of her kiss was there, branded in red lipstick. My fingers traced the curve of her lips before I took out my handkerchief and wiped it away. "
15 " Well it’s almost midnight, and I aim to get a kiss from someone tonight. Don’t feel too badly if I’d rather it wasn’t you,” Charlie said with a laugh before getting up to join the ladies at the other end of the table. "
16 " What was it St. Paul said? Something about it being better to marry than burn? I wondered what he would say about burning while married. "
17 " Dearest? Are you awake?” I could feel her drawing near me, sitting up in the bed to peer over my shoulder. I continued my deception until she sighed and lay back down. “What a pity you are asleep when I am making such good sense,” she fumed softly. I smiled in my false sleep. "
18 " wanted her and no force on Earth could stop my craving! When, at last, we parted slightly, I took no more than a moment to breathe and leaned forward to kiss her again. Imagine my surprise when my wife disengaged herself from my embrace and rose, her pink cheeks the only sign of provocation. “Now that was a proper kiss. Goodnight, Fitzwilliam. "
19 " I smile and begin to chuckle. “Mr. Darcy, do you find my instructions humorous?” I look up to see the doctor handing me a slip of paper covered with unintelligible scratching. "
20 " Hyde Park is delightful in the spring.” “They all sound lovely,” she said, lifting her eyes to his with a brilliant smile. “You are lovely,” he told her, tracing the tip of his index finger along the curve of her neck. "
