Quotes from Me and Mr. Darcy

“I am a hopeless romantic. A silly, ridiculous, foolish romantic. I live in a fantasy land. I need to get real. And now, for the first time, I want to get real. I want a real relationship with a real man in the real world–-with all the real problems, faults, and whatever comes with it.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Me and Mr. Darcy

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single girl in possession of her right mind must be in want of a decent man.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Me and Mr. Darcy

“Not doing anything can be worse than doing the wrong thing.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Me and Mr. Darcy

“Because you will meet somebody more exceptional than anyone you have ever know. Who will love you warmly as possible. And who will so completely attract you that you will feel you never really loved before.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Me and Mr. Darcy

“Sounds incredible? Hell, it does. But perhaps we all need to believe something incredible once in a while.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Me and Mr. Darcy

“Books might be your passion but you can’t fuck a paperback.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Me and Mr. Darcy

“Scooping up the dress, I slip it over my head, and as it cascades to the floor. I suck my stomach for all I'm worth. Forget staying in with a good book. This Cinderella is going to the ball.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Me and Mr. Darcy

“I never know what I’m going to want to curl up in bed with.” I shrug.
“How about a man?” she retorts.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Me and Mr. Darcy

“To you I shall say, as I have often said before, 'Do not be in a hurry, the right man will come at last '. — Jane Austen”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Me and Mr. Darcy

“So, who is it?" Stella is persisting, somewhat suspiciously. "What's his name?"
But if I don't tell her the truth, what do I say? My mind draws a blank. I don't want to lie to her- "um..." walking back to the bedroom, I notice the postcard Spike chose for me resting on my top of my dresser. I haven't written that one yet. Absently I pick it up and turn it over. On the back is written "Matthew Macfadyen as Fitzwilliam Darcy." "Fitzwilliam," I blurt. "No, what's his first name?" she asks. "That is his first name.”
― Alexandra Potter, quote from Me and Mr. Darcy

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― David Vann, quote from Aquarium

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