Every holiday while I’m scouting the food layout and I spot the deviled eggs, I hear Lorelai Gilmore in my head saying, “Take the deviled eggs!” in shrill tones as she mocks Sherri.

It takes all my strength to curb the impulse to laugh out loud in these moments. Clearly I’m just another obsessed fangirl, enjoying Gilmore Girls-isms daily in the privacy of my own head.


CAROLINE: ”[…]and besides all this, she must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions.”

DARCY: "And to all this she must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading."

ELIZABETH: "I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women, Mr. Darcy. I rather wonder now at your knowing any."

Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat—your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive. I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me.
Edward Rochester (Jane Eyre)