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Fortunately For Those Who Pay Their Court Through Such Foibles, A Fond Mother, Though, In Pursuit Of Praise For Her Children, The Most Rapacious Of Human Beings, Is Likewise The Most Credulous; Her Demands Are Exorbitant; But She Will Swallow Any Thing.

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Fortunately For Those Who

Jane Austen

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Fortunately For Those Who Pay Their Court Through Such Foibles, A Fond Mother, Though, In Pursuit Of Praise For Her Children, The Most Rapacious Of Human Beings, Is Likewise The Most Credulous; Her Demands Are Exorbitant; But She Will Swallow Any Thing.

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It Is Very Difficult For The Prosperous To Be Humble.

But People Themselves Alter So Much, That There Is Something New To Be Observed In Them For Ever.

With Women, The Heart Argues, Not The Mind.

People That Marry Can Never Part, But Must Go And Keep House Together. People That Dance Only Stand Opposite Each Other In A Long Room For Half An Hour.

I Have Not Wanted Syllables Where Actions Have Spoken So Plainly.

I Am Determined That Only The Deepest Love Will Induce Me Into Matrimony. So... I Shall End An Old Maid, And Teach Your Ten Children To Embroider Cushions And Play Their Instruments Very Ill.

There Is Not One In A Hundred Of Either Sex, Who Is Not Taken In When They Marry. ... It Is, Of All Transactions, The One In Which People Expect Most From Others, And Are Least Honest Themselves.

Do You Talk By Rule, Then, While You Are Dancing?" Sometimes. One Must Speak A Little, You Know. It Would Look Odd To Be Entirely Silent For Half An Hour Together, And Yet For The Advantage Of Some, Conversation Ought To Be So Arranged As That They May Have The Trouble Of Saying As Little As Possible.

Miss Morland, No One Can Think More Highly Of The Understanding Of Women Than I Do. In My Opinion, Nature Has Given Them So Much, That They Never Find It Necessary To Use More Than Half.

A Vast Deal May Be Done By Those Who Dare To Act.

Your Countenance Perfectly Informs Me That You Were In Company Last Night With The Person, Whom You Think The Most Agreeable In The World, The Person Who Interests You At This Present Time, More Than All The Rest Of The World Put Together.

I Am Sure," Cried Catherine, "i Did Not Mean To Say Anything Wrong; But It Is A Nice Book, And Why Should Not I Call It So?" "very True," Said Henry, "and This Is A Very Nice Day, And We Are Taking A Very Nice Walk, And You Are Two Very Nice Young Ladies. Oh! It Is A Very Nice Word Indeed! It Does For Everything. Originally Perhaps It Was Applied Only To Express Neatness, Propriety, Delicacy, Or Refinement—people Were Nice In Their Dress, In Their Sentiments, Or Their Choice. But Now Every Commendation On Every Subject Is Comprised In That One Word.

And If I Had Not A Letter To Write Myself, I Might Sit By You And Admire The Evenness Of Your Writing, As Another Young Lady Once Did. But I Have An Aunt Too, Who Must Not Be Longer Neglected.

Children Of The Same Family, The Same Blood, With The Same First Associations And Habits, Have Some Means Of Enjoyment In Their Power, Which No Subsequent Connections Can Supply.

I Consider A Country-dance As An Emblem Of Marriage. Fidelity And Complaisance Are The Principle Duties Of Both; And Those Men Who Do Not Choose To Dance Or To Marry Them Selves, Have No Business With The Partners Or Wives Of The Neighbors.

She Told The Story, However, With Great Spirit Among Her Friends; For She Had A Lively, Playful Disposition, Which Delighted In Any Thing Ridiculous.

Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?

I Do Not Cough For My Own Amusement.

Anne Hoped She Had Outlived The Age Of Blushing; But The Age Of Emotion She Certainly Had Not.

If There Is Any Thing Disagreeable Going On, Men Are Always Sure To Get Out Of It.

A Person Who Can Write A Long Letter With Ease, Cannot Write Ill.

The Last Few Hours Were Certainly Very Painful," Replied Anne: "but When Pain Is Over, The Remembrance Of It Often Becomes A Pleasure. One Does Not Love A Place The Less For Having Suffered In It, Unless It Has Been All Suffering, Nothing But Suffering-

I Have Always Maintained The Importance Of Aunts

None Of Us Want To Be In Calm Waters All Our Lives.

If This Man Had Not Twelve Thousand A Year, He Would Be A Very Stupid Fellow.

I Have Had To Contend Against The Unkindness Of His Sister, And The Insolence Of His Mother; And Have Suffered The Punishment Of An Attachment, Without Enjoying Its Advantages.

I Have Now Attained The True Art Of Letter-writing, Which We Are Always Told, Is To Express On Paper Exactly What One Would Say To The Same Person By Word Of Mouth.

Emma Woodhouse, Handsome, Clever, And Rich, With A Comfortable Home And Happy Disposition, Seemed To Unite Some Of The Best Blessings Of Existence; And Had Lived Nearly Twenty-one Years In The World With Very Little To Distress Or Vex Her.

It Sometimes Is A Disadvantage To Be So Very Guarded. If A Woman Conceals Her Affection From The Object Of It, She May Loose The Opportunity Of Fixing Him.

I Cannot Speak Well Enough To Be Unintelligible.

I Would Much Rather Have Been Merry Than Wise.

Her Own Thoughts And Reflections Were Habitually Her Best Companions.

A Woman, Especially, If She Have The Misfortune Of Knowing Anything, Should Conceal It As Well As She Can.

He Had An Affectionate Heart. He Must Love Somebody.

She [mary I] Married Philip King Of Spain, Who In Her Sister's Reign, Was Famous For Building Armadas.

The Publicis Rather Apt To Be Unreasonably Discontented When A Woman Does Marry Again, Than When She Does Not.

I Never Could Be So Happy As You. Till I Have Your Disposition, Your Goodness, I Never Can Have Your Happiness.

Her Heart Did Whisper That He Had Done It For Her.

A Large Income Is The Best Recipe For Happiness I Ever Heard Of.

He Is Also Handsome," Replied Elizabeth, "which A Young Man Ought Likewise To Be, If He Possibly Can. His Character Is Thereby Complete.

None But A Woman Can Teach The Science Of Herself.

My Good Opinion Once Lost Is Lost Forever.

From All That I Can Collect By Your Manner Of Talking, You Must Be Two Of The Silliest Girls In The Country. I Have Suspected It Some Time, But I Am Now Convinced.

I Declare After All There Is No Enjoyment Like Reading! How Much Sooner One Tires Of Any Thing Than Of A Book! -- When I Have A House Of My Own, I Shall Be Miserable If I Have Not An Excellent Library.

What Are Men To Rocks And Mountains?

Of This She Was Perfectly Unaware; To Her He Was Only The Man Who Had Made Himself Agreeable Nowhere, And Who Had Not Thought Her Handsome Enough To Dance With.

It Was For The Sake Of What Had Been, Rather Than What Was.

Elinor Agreed With It All, For She Did Not Think He Deserved The Compliment Of Rational Opposition.

She Denied None Of It Aloud, And Agreed To None Of It In Private.

What A Shame, For I Dearly Love To Laugh.

I Read It [history] A Little As A Duty, But It Tells Me Nothing That Does Not Either Vex Or Weary Me. The Quarrels Of Popes And Kings, With Wars Or Pestilences, In Every Page; The Men All So Good For Nothing, And Hardly Any Women At All — It Is Very Tiresome: And Yet I Often Think It Odd That It Should Be So Dull, For A Great Deal Of It Must Be Invention.

A Woman Of Seven And Twenty, Said Marianne, After Pausing A Moment, Can Never Hope To Feel Or Inspire Affection Again.

Yes, Vanity Is A Weakness Indeed. But Pride - Where There Is A Real Superiority Of Mind, Pride Will Be Always Under Good Regulation.

It Isn't What We Say Or Think That Defines Us, But What We Do.

This Is An Evening Of Wonders, Indeed!

Ah, Mother! How Do You Do?' Said He, Giving Her A Hearty Shake Of The Hand; 'where Did You Get That Quiz Of A Hat? It Makes You Look Like An Old Witch...' On His Two Younger Sisters He Then Bestowed An Equal Portion Of His Fraternal Tenderness, For He Asked Each Of Them How They Did, And Observed That They Both Looked Very Ugly.

…she Felt Depressed Beyond Any Thing She Had Ever Known Before.

One Cannot Fix One's Eyes On The Commonest Natural Production Without Finding Food For A Rambling Fancy.

No- I Cannot Talk Of Books In A Ballroom; My Head Is Always Full Of Something Else.

Vanity Was The Beginning And The End Of Sir Walter Elliot's Character; Vanity Of Person And Of Situation.

The Younger Brother Must Help To Pay For The Pleasures Of The Elder.

Everything Nourishes What Is Strong Already

Let No One Presume To Give The Feelings Of A Young Woman On Receiving The Assurance Of That Affection Of Which She Has Scarcely Allowed Herself To Entertain A Hope.

We Have All A Better Guide In Ourselves, If We Would Attend To It, Than Any Other Person Can Be.

What Praise Is More Valuable Than The Praise Of An Intelligent Servant?

Every Savage Can Dance.

Vanity Working On A Weak Head, Produces Every Sort Of Mischief.

Sophia Shrieked And Fainted On The Ground – I Screamed And Instantly Ran Mad. We Remained Thus Mutually Deprived Of Our Senses, Some Minutes, And On Regaining Them Were Deprived Of Them Again. For An Hour And A Quarter Did We Continue In This Unfortunate Situation – Sophia Fainting Every Moment And I Running Mad As Often. At Length A Groan From The Hapless Edward (who Alone Retained Any Share Of Life) Restored Us To Ourselves.

One Half Of Her Should Not Be Always So Much Wiser Than The Other Half.

Well, My Dear," Said Mr. Bennet, When Elizabeth Had Read The Note Aloud, "if Your Daughter Should Have A Dangerous Fit Of Illness—if She Should Die, It Would Be A Comfort To Know That It Was All In Pursuit Of Mr. Bingley, And Under Your Orders.

I Particularly Recollect Your Saying One Night, After They Had Been Dining At Netherfield, 'she A Beauty!--i Should As Soon Call Her Mother A Wit.' But Afterwards She Seemed To Improve On You, And I Believe You Thought Her Rather Pretty At One Time." "yes," Replied Darcy, Who Could Contain Himself No Longer, "but That Was Only When I First Saw Her, For It Is Many Months Since I Have Considered Her As One Of The Handsomest Women Of My Acquaintance.

Pity Is For This Life, Pity Is The Worm Inside The Meat, Pity Is The Meat, Pity Is The Shaking Pencil, Pity Is The Shaking Voice-- Not Enough Money, Not Enough Love--pity For All Of Us--it Is Our Grace, Walking Down The Ramp Or On The Moving Sidewalk, Sitting In A Chair, Reading The Paper, Pity, Turning A Leaf To The Light, Arranging A Thorn.

I Have Not A Doubt Of Your Doing Very Well Together. Your Tempers Are By No Means Unlike. You Are Each Of You So Complying, That Nothing Will Ever Be Resolved On; So Easy, That Every Servant Will Cheat You; And So Generous, That You Will Always Exceed Your Income.

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My Emma, Does Not Every Thing Serve To Prove More And More The Beauty Of Truth And Sincerity In All Our Dealings With Each Other?

But There Are Some Situations Of The Human Mind In Which Good Sense Has Very Little Power.

We Live At Home, Quiet, Confined, And Our Feelings Prey Upon Us.

[mrs. Allen Was] Never Satisfied With The Day Unless She Spent The Chief Of It By The Side Of Mrs. Thorpe, In What They Called Conversation, But In Which There Was Scarcely Ever Any Exchange Of Opinion, And Not Often Any Resemblance Of Subject, For Mrs. Thorpe Talked Chiefly Of Her Children, And Mrs. Allen Of Her Gowns.

Too Many Cooks Spoil The Broth

Haste Makes Waste

You Must Allow Me To Tell You How Ardently I Admire And Love You. -mr. Darcy

In A Letter From Bath To Her Sister, Cassandra, One Senses Her Frustration At Her Sheltered Existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

I Should Infinitely Prefer A Book.

Where The Wound Had Been Given, There Must The Cure Be Found, If Any Where.

There Is A Quickness Of Perception In Some, A Nicety In The Discernment Of Character, A Natural Penetration, In Short, Which No Experience In Others Can Equal.

Without Thinking Highly Either Of Men Or Of Matrimony, Marriage Had Always Been Her Object; It Was The Only Honourable Provision For Well-educated Young Women Of Small Fortune, And However Uncertain Of Giving Happiness, Must Be Their Pleasantest Preservative From Want.

Arguments Are Too Much Like Disputes.

A Persuadable Temper Might Sometimes Be As Much In Favour Of Happiness As A Very Resolute Character.

“i Often Think,” Said She, “that There Is Nothing So Bad As Parting With One's Friends. One Seems So Forlorn Without Them.”

Good Apple Pies Are A Considerable Part Of Our Domestic Happiness.

By The Bye, As I Must Leave Off Being Young, I Find Many Douceurs In Being A Sort Of Chaperon , For I Am Put On The Sofa Near The Fire And Can Drink As Much Wine As I Like.

They Parted At Last With Mutual Civility, And Possibly A Mutual Desire Of Never Meeting Again.

When Money Is Once Parted With, It Can Never Return.

Is There Not Something Wanted, Miss Price, In Our Language - A Something Between Compliments And - And Love - To Suit The Sort Of Friendly Acquaintance We Have Had Together?

I Lay It Down As A General Rule, Harriet, That If A Woman Doubts As To Whether She Should Accept A Man Or Not, She Certainly Ought To Refuse Him.

A Mother Would Have Been Always Present. A Mother Would Have Been A Constant Friend; Her Influence Would Have Been Beyond All Other.

A Fondness For Reading, Which, Properly Directed, Must Be An Education In Itself.

Now Be Sincere; Did You Admire Me For My Impertinence?" "for The Liveliness Of Your Mind, I Did.

Oh! You Are A Great Deal Too Apt, You Know, To Like People In General. You Never See Fault In Any Body. All The World Are Good And Agreeable In Your Eyes. I Never Heard You Speak Ill Of A Human Being In My Life." "i Would Wish Not To Be Hasty In Censuring Any One; But I Always Speak What I Think.

It Is This Delightful Habit Of Journalizing Which Largely Contributes To Form The Easy Style Of Writing For Which Ladies Are So Generally Celebrated. Every Body Allows That The Talent Of Writing Is Particularly Female. Nature Might Have Done Something, But I Am Sure It Must Be Essentially Assisted By The Practice Of Keeping A Journal.

I . . . Am Always Half Afraid Of Finding A Clever Novel Too Clever--& Of Finding My Own Story & My Own People All Forestalled.

And Pictures Of Perfection, As You Know, Make Me Sick And Wicked.

I Am Not At All In A Humour For Writing; I Must Write On Till I Am.

He Was The Proudest, Most Disagreeable Man In The World, And Every Body Hoped That He Would Never Come There Again.

There Is Hardly Any Personal Defect... Which An Agreeable Manner Might Not Gradually Reconcile One To.

If You Will Thank Me '' He Replied Let It Be For Yourself Alone. That The Wish Of Giving Happiness To You Might Add Force To The Other Inducements Which Led Me On I Shall Not Attempt To Deny. But Your Family Owe Me Nothing. Much As I Respect Them I Believe I Thought Only Of You.

There Could Have Been No Two Hearts So Open, No Tastes So Similar, No Feelings So In Unison

What Is Right To Be Done Cannot Be Done Too Soon.

Oh! Write, Write. Finish It At Once. Let There Be An End Of This Suspense. Fix, Commit, Condemn Yourself.

And Sometimes I Have Kept My Feelings To Myself, Because I Could Find No Language To Describe Them In.

Nay," Cried Bingley, "this Is Too Much, To Remember At Night All The Foolish Things That Were Said In The Morning.

A Natural Sequel Of An Unnatural Beginning.

She Thought It Was The Misfortune Of Poetry, To Be Seldom Safely Enjoyed By Those Who Enjoyed It Completely; And That The Strong Feelings Which Alone Could Estimate It Truly, Were The Very Feelings Which Ought To Taste It But Sparingly.

Marriage Is Indeed A Maneuvering Business.

Selfishness Must Always Be Forgiven You Know, Because There Is No Hope Of A Cure.

Evil To Some Is Always Good To Others

I Do Not Find It Easy To Talk To People I Don't Know.

Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! Worse Than Cold-hearted! Ashamed Of Being Otherwise.--marianne Dashwood

It May Be Possible To Do Without Dancing Entirely. Instances Have Been Known Of Young People Passing Many, Many Months Successively Without Being At Any Ball Of Any Description, And No Material Injury Accrue Either To Body Or Mind.

My Sore Throats Are Always Worse Than Anyone's.

Sense Will Always Have Attractions For Me.

I Am Come, Young Ladies, In A Very Moralizing Strain, To Observe That Our Pleasures Of This World Are Always To Be For, And That We Often Purchase Them At A Great Disadvantage, Giving Readi-monied Actual Happiness For A Draft On The Future, That May Not Be Honoured.

Give A Girl An Education And Introduce Her Properly Into The World

Further Education

I Certainly Will Not Persuade Myself To Feel More Than I Do. I Am Quite Enough In Love. I Should Be Sorry To Be More

You Are Very Kind In Planning Presents For Me To Make, And My Mother Has Shown Me Exactly The Same Attention; But As I Do Not Choose To Have Generosity Dictated To Me, I Shall Not Resolve On Giving My Cabinet To Anna Till The First Thought Of It Has Been My Own.

The Very First Moment I Beheld Him, My Heart Was Irrevocably Gone.

To Love Is To Burn, To Be On Fire.

How Horrible It Is To Have So Many People Killed! And What A Blessing That One Cares For None Of Them!

I Have Often Observed That Resignation Is Never So Perfect As When The Blessing Denied Begins To Lose Somewhat Of Its Value In Our Eyes.

Mr. Darcy Began To Feel The Danger Of Paying Elizabeth Too Much Attention.

Indeed, I Am Very Sorry To Be Right In This Instance. I Would Much Rather Have Been Merry Than Wise.

He May Live In My Memory As The Most Amiable Man Of My Acquaintance.

I Will Not Say That Your Mulberry Trees Are Dead; But I Am Afraid They're Not Alive.

I Do Not Think I Ever Opened A Book In My Life Which Had Not Something To Say Upon Woman's Inconstancy. Songs And Proverbs, All Talk Of Woman's Fickleness. But Perhaps You Will Say, These Were All Written By Men." "perhaps I Shall. Yes, Yes, If You Please, No Reference To Examples In Books. Men Have Had Every Advantage Of Us In Telling Their Own Story. Education Has Been Theirs In So Much Higher A Degree; The Pen Has Been In Their Hands. I Will Not Allow Books To Prove Anything.

I Can Recollect Nothing More To Say At Present; Perhaps Breakfast May Assist My Ideas. I Was Deceived -- My Breakfast Supplied Only Two Ideas -- That The Rolls Were Good And The Butter Bad.

Brandon Is Just The Kind Of Man Whom Every Body Speaks Well Of, And Nobody Cares About; Whom All Are Delighted To See, And Nobody Remembers To Talk To.

Oh! Single, My Dear, To Be Sure! A Single Man Of Large Fortune; Four Or Five Thousand A Year. What A Fine Thing For Our Girls!

If I Am Wrong, I Am Doing What I Believe To The Right.

To Wish Was To Hope, And To Hope Was To Expect

I Assure You. I Have No Notion Of Treating Men With Such Respect. That Is The Way To Spoil Them.

I Come Here With No Expectations, Only To Profess, Now That I Am At Liberty To Do So, That My Heart Is And Always Will Be Yours.

Vanity And Pride Are Different Things, Though The Words Are Often Used Synonymously. A Person May Be Proud Without Being Vain. Pride Relates More To Our Opinion Of Ourselves; Vanity, To What We Would Have Others Think Of Us.

Now They Were As Strangers; Nay Worse Than Strangers, For They Could Never Become Acquainted.

I Do Not Think I Ever Opened A Book In My Life Which Had Not Something To Say Upon Woman's Inconstancy. Songs And Proverbs, All Talk Of Woman's Fickleness. But Perhaps You Will Say, These Were All Written By Men.

It Is Wonderful, For Almost All His Actions May Be Traced To Pride;-and Pride Has Often Been His Best Friend.

If A Woman Conceals Her Affection With The Same Skill From The Object Of It, She May Lose The Opportunity Of Fixing Him; And It Will Then Be But Poor Consolation To Believe The World Equally In The Dark. There Is So Much Of Gratitude Or Vanity In Almost Any Attachment, That It Is Not Safe To Leave Any To Itself. We Can All Begin ‘freely’- As Light Preference Is Natural Enough; But There Are Very Few Of Us Who Have A Heart Enough To Be Really In Love Without Encouragement.

A Single Woman, Of Good Fortune, Is Always Respectable, And May Be As Sensible And Pleasant As Any Body Else.

There Are Certainly Not So Many Men Of Large Fortune In The World, As There Are Pretty Women To Deserve Them.

She Was Feeling, Thinking, Trembling About Everything; Agitated, Happy, Miserable, Infinitely Obliged, Absolutely Angry.

Nothing Ever Fatigues Me, But Doing What I Do Not Like.

My Courage Always Rises With Every Attempt To Intimidate Me.

An Engaged Woman Is Always More Agreeable Than A Disengaged. She Is Satisfied With Herself. Her Cares Are Over, And She Feels That She May Exert All Her Powers Of Pleasing Without Suspicion. All Is Safe With A Lady Engaged; No Harm Can Be Done.

To Her Own Heart It Was A Delightful Affair, To Her Imagination It Was Even A Ridiculous One, But To Her Reason, Her Judgment, It Was Completely A Puzzle.

It Sometimes Happens That A Woman Is Handsomer At Twenty-nine Than She Was Ten Years Before.

Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

Business, You Know, May Bring You Money, But Friendship Hardly Ever Does.

In Every Power, Of Which Taste Is The Foundation, Excellence Is Pretty Fairly Divided Between The Sexes.

Everybody Has Their Taste In Noises As Well As In Other Matters.

Know Your Own Happiness. You Want Nothing But Patience- Or Give It A More Fascinating Name, Call It Hope.

Every Man Is Surrounded By A Neighborhood Of Voluntary Spies.

I Do Not Think It Worth While To Wait For Enjoyment Until There Is Some Real Opportunity For It.

Friendship Is Certainly The Finest Balm For The Pangs Of Disappointed Love.

I Leave It To Be Settled, By Whomsoever It May Concern, Whether The Tendency Of This Work Be Altogether To Recommend Parental Tyranny, Or Reward Filial Disobedience.

You Have No Ambition, I Well Know. Your Wishes Are All Moderate.' 'as Moderate As Those Of The Rest Of The World, I Believe. I Wish As Well As Every Body Else To Be Perfectly Happy, But Like Every Body Else It Must Be In My Own Way. Greatness Will Not Make Me So.

Without Music, Life Would Be A Blank To Me.

She Knew That What Marianne And Her Mother Conjectured One Moment, They Believed The Next: That With Them, To Wish Was To Hope, And To Hope Was To Expect.

It Is Better To Know As Little As Possible Of The Defects Of The Person With Whom You Are To Pass Your Life.

I Am Only Resolved To Act In That Manner, Which Will, In My Own Opinion, Constitute My Happiness, Without Reference To You, Or To Any Person So Wholly Unconnected With Me.

Time Will Generally Lessen The Interest Of Every Attachment Not Within The Daily Circle.

She Had A Lively, Playful Disposition That Delighted In Anything Ridiculous.

Her Eye Fell Everywhere On Lawns And Plantations Of The Freshest Green; And The Trees, Though Not Fully Clothed, Were In That Delightful State When Farther Beauty Is Known To Be At Hand, And When, While Much Is Actually Given To The Sight, More Yet Remains For The Imagination.

Loss Of Virtue In A Female Is Irretrievable; That One False Step Involves Her In Endless Ruin; That Her Reputation Is No Less Brittle Than It Is Beautiful; And That She Cannot Be Too Much Guarded In Her Behaviour Towards The Undeserving Of The Other Sex.

It Is Not Time Or Opportunity That Is To Determine Intimacy;—it Is Disposition Alone. Seven Years Would Be Insufficient To Make Some People Acquainted With Each Other, And Seven Days Are More Than Enough For Others.

I Am Happier Than Jane; She Only Smiles, I Laugh. Mr. Darcy Sends You All The Love In The World, That He Can Spare From Me.

A Single Woman With A Narrow Income Must Be A Ridiculous, Disagreeable Old Maid, The Proper Sport Of Boys And Girls, But A Single Woman Of Fortune Is Always Respectable, And May Be As Sensible And Pleasant As Anybody Else.

A Mind Lively And At Ease, Can Do With Seeing Nothing, And Can See Nothing That Does Not Answer.

Goldsmith Tells Us, That When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly, She Has Nothing To Do But To Die; And When She Stoops To Be Disagreeable, It Is Equally To Be Recommended As A Clearer Of Ill-fame.

Give Me But A Little Cheerful Company, Let Me Only Have The Company Of The People I Love, Let Me Only Be Where I Like And With Whom I Like, And The Devil May Take The Rest, Say I.

Vanity, Not Love, Has Been My Folly.

Pride And Prejudice Book

One Word From You Shall Silence Me Forever.

Fine Dancing, I Believe Like Virtue, Must Be Its Own Reward. Those Who Are Standing By Are Usually Thinking Of Something Very Different.

I Must Learn To Be Content With Being Happier Than I Deserve.

She Was Stronger Alone.

The Musgroves Had Had The Ill Fortune Of A Very Troublesome, Hopeless Son, And The Good Fortune To Lose Him Before He Reached His Twentieth Year.

Sometimes The Last Person On Earth You Want To Be With Is The One Person You Can't Be Without.

We Are All Fools In Love.

Surprises Are Foolish Things. The Pleasure Is Not Enhanced, And The Inconvenience Is Often Considerable.

Pleasant Surprises

No One Can Be Really Esteemed Accomplished Who Does Not Greatly Surpass What Is Usually Met With.

Personal Size And Mental Sorrow Have Certainly No Necessary Proportions. A Large Bulky Figure Has A Good A Right To Be In Deep Affliction, As The Most Graceful Set Of Limbs In The World. But, Fair Or Not Fair, There Are Unbecoming Conjunctions, Which Reason Will Pa Tronize In Vain,--which Taste Cannot Tolerate,--which Ridicule Will Seize.

I Have Never Yet Known What It Was To Separate Esteem From Love

I Had A Very Pleasant Evening, However, Though You Will Probably Find Out That There Was No Particular Reason For It; But I Do Not Think It Worthwhile To Wait For Enjoyment Until There Is Some Real Opportunity For It.

I Always Deserve The Best Treatment Because I Never Put Up With Any Other.

Deserve The Best

One Does Not Love A Place The Less For Having Suffered In It, Unless It Has Been All Suffering, Nothing But Suffering.

If Any Young Men Come For Mary Or Kitty, Send Them In, For I Am Quite As Leisure.

It Is Particularly Incumbent On Those Who Never Change Their Opinion, To Be Secure Of Judging Properly At First.

If I Loved You Less, I Might Be Able To Talk About It More.

She Is Loveliness Itself.

Laugh As Much As You Choose, But You Will Not Laugh Me Out Of My Opinion.

Mr. Collins Is A Conceited, Pompous, Narrow-minded, Silly Man; You Know He Is, As Well As I Do; And You Must Feel, As Well As I Do, That The Woman Who Married Him Cannot Have A Proper Way Of Thinking.

We Neither Of Us Perform To Strangers.

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