Kitty Bennet Quotes

I don’t think Kitty’s been fixed yet. We can see about getting her a nice cat boyfriend and creating some cat grandchildren for her to fret over.

I do not cough for my own amusement," replied Kitty fretfully.

If you would like to help with knitting, Miss Bingley,” Kitty Bennet suddenly piped up, “I am certain we can find more yarn! We can always use more scarves.” “I do not know how to knit,” Caroline said coldly. “What a pity,” Kitty said innocently.

Somewhere in the city, Pestilence was raising an army for its fellow horseman, Death.

Let's make a game of it, shall we?" she said. "Whoever kills the most, wins." "I will kill twenty!" Lydia declared. "I will kill thirty!" Kitty countered. Mary paused for a moment of sober calculation. "I will kill thirty-two." she said. "I will kill as long as I must," said Jane. "And I will kill as long as I can," said Elizabeth

Mrs. Bennet deigned not to make any reply, but, unable to contain herself, began scolding one of her daughters. "Don't keep coughing so, Kitty, for Heaven's sake! Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces." "Kitty has no discretion in her coughs," said her father; "she times them ill." "I do not cough for my own amusement," replied Kitty fretfully.

He might, at last, be allowed to speak to Mary unguarded and learn a little more about her. He did not know why she had lodged herself so firmly in his mind but that she was so unlike the young ladies he usually met. So unlike her sisters! This was perhaps a part of it. He had sensed something in Mary that he knew all too well in himself: the pain of being overlooked by one’s immediate family. It was plain that Mary’s father preferred clever, outgoing Elizabeth and Kitty was her mother’s favourite. Mary was...Mary. She is an enigma, Richard thought, letting the noise of his cousins’ conversation drop to a low lull at the back of his mind. And I am intrigued by her.

out with him again, that he may not be in Bingley's way." Elizabeth could hardly help laughing at so convenient a proposal; yet was really vexed that her mother should be always giving him such an epithet. As soon as they entered, Bingley looked at her so expressively, and shook hands with such warmth, as left no doubt of his good information; and he soon afterwards said aloud, "Mrs. Bennet, have you no more lanes hereabouts in which Lizzy may lose her way again to-day?" "I advise Mr. Darcy, and Lizzy, and Kitty," said Mrs. Bennet, "to walk to Oakham Mount this morning. It is a nice long walk, and Mr. Darcy has never seen the view." "It may do very well for the others," replied Mr. Bingley; "but I am sure it will be too much for Kitty. Won't it, Kitty?" Kitty owned that she had rather stay at home. Darcy professed a great curiosity to see the view from the Mount, and Elizabeth silently consented. As she went up stairs to get ready, Mrs. Bennet followed her, saying: "I am quite sorry, Lizzy, that you should be forced to have that disagreeable man all to yourself. But I hope you will not mind it: it is all for Jane's sake, you know; and there is no occasion for talking to him, except just now and then. So, do not put yourself to inconvenience." During their walk, it was resolved that Mr. Bennet's consent should be asked in the course of the evening. Elizabeth reserved to herself the application for her mother's. She could not determine how her mother would take it; sometimes doubting whether all his wealth and grandeur would be enough to overcome her abhorrence of the man. But whether she were violently set against the

when he observed Kitty with her. “Damnation, can’t that girl do anything she’s told!” Wickham thumped the wall with his clenched fist, a red mist of anger blurring his vision. Lydia might be persuaded to keep his presence here

Kitty disliked

Men live off spoken words. Women read the tone behind the words like we are divining from tea leaves in a saucer!

Lydia looked up at the general’s careworn countenance. She placed her hand on his arm and said, “My family will be eternally grateful to you.

Well, Liddy, what say you? Glass eye or patch?

Miss Bennet: Just what are you about? Are you offering a drowning man a rope to shore? Do I have cause for hope?

I must tell you now that you have bewitched me as no other woman has.

The conversation, though, laid the foundation stones for what would come. All that remained was to see how quickly they would build the house.

I love you so much, Miss Bennet. I hope that we shall always be friends even after you become so happy.

Miss Catherine Marie Bennet, they say that love hurts. If so, I am in exquisite agony from my love for you.

Richard Fitzwilliam, in case you have not noticed, I am quite in love with you.

You may go home,” I said, “but I shan’t. Aunt is teaching me tea-reading today. Fancy being able to tell the future whenever someone comes to tea! You’re just jealous, Kitty, that she won’t teach you.” Kitty put her hands on her hips. “We cats know things of magic that your aunt can never teach you.

Get up, girl!” Mrs. Bennet swatted at her oldest daughter causing Jane’s eyes to bulge. Jane was used to her mother’s tantrums, but they had usually been focused on Elizabeth or Mary, and on occasion, Kitty. To have her own arm swatted was startling. She hurried from the bed.

Well, Mary!” Her eyes danced with merriment. “I do believe this might be a very exciting Christmas after all! I never did imagine we should meet anybody worth knowing in Kent, but look, our very first evening and we have met Gentlemen!” She capitalized the word as if to give it an even greater degree of importance and Mary frowned, wishing her sister cared for something beyond the meeting of and flirting with gentlemen.

She knew that, in her family, Lydia was always the first to gallop off to do something, and rarely, if ever, did any of her sisters run along with her. Even Kitty would follow in a more ladylike fashion. It was just how Lydia was. Exuberance poured from her in streams or, more precisely, like loud, babbling brooks that hopped here and there.

And it wasn't long into the dancing, that it became apparent that Mr. Bingley preferred Kitty Bennet above all other girls.

Kitty, since I am going to be in town for a month or two, I wonder if you might be interested in visiting me. We certainly found several common interests at Pemberley, and I would love to see your finished watercolors of the Peaks.” Kitty

Mrs. Bennet sat looking and winking at Elizabeth and Catherine for a considerable time, without making any impression on them. Elizabeth would not observe her; and when at last Kitty did, she very innocently said, "What is the matter mamma? What do you keep winking at me for? What am I to do?" "Nothing child, nothing. I did not wink at you.