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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.

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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.

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How Much Sooner One Tires Of Anything Than Of A Book!

I Have Never Yet Found That The Advice Of A Sister Could Prevent A Young Man's Being In Love If He Chose It.

From Politics It Was An Easy Step To Silence.

What A Shame, For I Dearly Love To Laugh.

I Cannot Help Thinking That It Is More Natural To Have Flowers Grow Out Of The Head Than Fruit.

I Have Read Your Book, And I Disapprove.

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.

Human Nature Is So Well Disposed Towards Those Who Are In Interesting Situations, That A Young Person, Who Either Marries Or Dies, Is Sure Of Being Kindly Spoken Of.

Interesting Situations

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.

Her Mind Was All Disorder. The Past, Present, Future, Every Thing Was Terrible.

Everything Nourishes What Is Strong Already

My Style Of Writing Is Very Diffrent From Yours.

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

An Unhappy Alternative Is Before You, Elizabeth. From This Day You Must Be A Stranger To One Of Your Parents. Your Mother Will Never See You Again If You Do Not Marry Mr. Collins, And I Will Never See You Again If You Do.

I Cannot Make Speeches, Emma...if I Loved You Less, I Might Be Able To Talk About It More. But You Know What I Am. You Hear Nothing But Truth From Me. I Have Blamed You, And Lectured You, And You Have Borne It As No Other Woman In England Would Have Borne It.

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

Real Solemn History, I Cannot Be Interested In.... The Quarrels Of Popes And Kings, With Wars And Pestilences In Every Page; The Men All So Good For Nothing, And Hardly Any Women At All.

Run Mad As Often As You Choose, But Do Not Faint!

Her Companion's Discourse Now Sunk From Its Hitherto Animated Pitch, To Nothing More Than A Short, Decisive Sentence Of Praise Or Condemnation On The Face Of Every Woman They Met; And Catherine, After Listening And Agreeing As Long As She Could,with All The Civility And Deference Of The Youthful Female Mind, Fearful Of Hazarding An Opinion Of Its Own In Opposition To That Of A Self-assured Man, Especially Where The Beauty Of Her Own Sex Is Concerned, Ventured At Length To Vary The Subject.

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

Pleasant Surprises

I Cannot Fix On The Hour, Or The Spot, Or The Look Or The Words, Which Laid The Foundation. It Is Too Long Ago. I Was In The Middle Before I Knew That I Had Begun.

An Artist Cannot Do Anything Slovenly.

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

My Ideas Flow So Rapidly That I Have Not Time To Express Them──by Which Means My Letters Sometimes Convey No Ideas At All To My Correspondents.

Next To Being Married, A Girl Likes To Be Crossed In Love A Little Now And Then. It Is Something To Think Of, And Gives Her A Sort Of Distinction Among Her Companions

She Attracted Him More Than He Liked.

It Would Be Difficult To Say Which Had Seen Highest Perfection In The Other, Or Which Had Been The Happiest: She, In Receiving His Declarations And Proposals, Or He In Having Them Accepted.

She Is Probably By This Time As Tired Of Me, As I Am Of Her; But As She Is Too Polite And I Am Too Civil To Say So, Our Letters Are Still As Frequent And Affectionate As Ever, And Our Attachment As Firm And Sincere As When It First Commenced.

He Could Not Forgive Her, But He Could Not Be Unfeeling. Though Condemning Her For The Past, And Considering It With High And Unjust Resentment, Though Perfectly Careless Of Her, And Though Becoming Attached To Another, Still He Could Not See Her Suffer, Without The Desire Of Giving Her Relief. It Was A Remainder Of Former Sentiment; It Was An Impulse Of Pure, Though Unacknowledged Friendship; It Was A Proof Of His Own Warm And Amiable Heart.

It Is Indolence... Indolence And Love Of Ease; A Want Of All Laudable Ambition, Of Taste For Good Company, Or Of Inclination To Take The Trouble Of Being Agreeable, Which Make Men Clergymen. A Clergyman Has Nothing To Do But Be Slovenly And Selfish; Read The Newspaper, Watch The Weather, And Quarrel With His Wife. His Curate Does All The Work And The Business Of His Own Life Is To Dine.

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.

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

Another Stupid Party . . . With Six People To Look On, And Talk Nonsense To Each Other.

I Was Quiet But I Was Not Blind.

To Be Claimed As A Good, Though In An Improper Style, Is At Least Better Than Being Rejected As No Good At All.

But Remember That The Pain Of Parting From Friends Will Be Felt By Everybody At Times, Whatever Be Their Education Or State. Know Your Own Happiness. You Want Nothing But Patience; Or Give It A More Fascinating Name: Call It Hope.

Are The Shades Of Pemberley To Be Thus Polluted?

You Shall Not, For The Sake Of One Individual, Change The Meaning Of Principle And Integrity.

I Might As Well Enquire,” Replied She, “why With So Evident A Design Of Offending And Insulting Me, You Chose To Tell Me That You Liked Me Against Your Will, Against Your Reason, And Even Against Your Character?

It Is Your Turn To Say Something Now, Mr. Darcy. I Talked About The Dance, And You Ought To Make Some Kind Of Remark On The Size Of The Room, Or The Number Of Couples.

There Are Secrets In All Families.

I Want Nothing But Death.

An Annuity Is A Very Serious Business.

Serious Business

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

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

How Quick Come The Reasons For Approving What We Like!

Mary Wished To Say Something Very Sensible, But Knew Not How.

What Have Wealth Or Grandeur To Do With Happiness?" Grandeur Has But Little," Said Elinor, "but Wealth Has Much To Do With It." Elinor, For Shame!" Said Marianne. "money Can Only Give Happiness Where There Is Nothing Else To Give It.

I Mean To Be Too Rich To Lament Or To Feel Anything Of The Sort. A Large Income Is The Best Recipe For Happiness I Ever Heard Of. It Certainly May Secure All The Myrtle And Turkey Part Of It.

How Wonderful, How Very Wonderful The Operations Of Time, And The Changes Of The Human Mind!

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

There Certainly Was Some Great Mismanagement In The Education Of Those Two Young Men. One Has Got All The Goodness, And The Other All The Appearance Of It.

There Will Be Little Rubs And Disappointments Everywhere, And We Are All Apt To Expect Too Much; But Then, If One Scheme Of Happiness Fails, Human Nature Turns To Another; If The First Calculation Is Wrong, We Make A Second Better: We Find Comfort Somewhere.

Wisdom Is Better Than Wit, And In The Long Run Will Certainly Have The Laugh On Her Side.

She Was Nothing More Than A Mere Good-tempered, Civil And Obliging Young Woman; As Such We Could Scarcely Dislike Her -- She Was Only An Object Of Contempt

Marriage Is Indeed A Maneuvering Business.

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

Elinor Could Sit Still No Longer. She Almost Ran Out Of The Room, And As Soon As The Door Was Closed, Burst Into Tears Of Joy, Which At First She Thought Would Never Cease.

Fanny! You Are Killing Me!" "no Man Dies Of Love But On The Stage, Mr. Crawford.

His Feelings Are Warm, But I Can Imagine Them Rather Changeable.

What One Means One Day, You Know, One May Not Mean The Next. Circumstances Change, Opinions Alter.

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

Marry Me. Marry Me, My Wonderful, Darling Friend.

Everybody Likes To Go Their Own Way–to Choose Their Own Time And Manner Of Devotion.

I Do Not Know Whether It Ought To Be So, But Certainly Silly Things Do Cease To Be Silly If They Are Done By Sensible People In An Impudent Way. Wickedness Is Always Wickedness, But Folly Is Not Always Folly.

If A Woman Doubts As To Whether She Should Accept A Man Or Not, She Certainly Ought To Refuse Him. If She Can Hesitate As To `yes,' She Ought To Say `no' Directly. It Is Not A State To Be Safely Entered Into With Doubtful Feelings, With Half A Heart.

We Must Not Be So Ready To Fancy Ourselves Intentionally Injured. We Must Not Expect A Lively Young Man To Be Always So Guarded And Circumspect. It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us. Women Fancy Admiration Means More Than It Does.

It Is The Misfortune Of Poetry, To Be Seldom Safely Enjoyed By Those Who Enjoy It Completely.

A Man Would Always Wish To Give A Woman A Better Home Than The One He Takes Her From; And He Who Can Do It, Where There Is No Doubt Of Her Regard, Must, I Think, Be The Happiest Of Mortals.

Better Be Without Sense Than Misapply It As You Do.

Maybe It’s That I Find It Hard To Forgive The Follies And Vices Of Others, Or Their Offenses Against Me. My Good Opinion, Once Lost, Is Lost Forever.

A Man Does Not Recover From Such Devotion Of The Heart To Such A Woman! He Ought Not; He Does Not.

To Hope Was To Expect

I Have Been A Selfish Being All My Life, In Practice, Though Not In Principle.

Follies And Nonsense, Whims And Inconsistencies Do Divert Me, I Own, And I Laugh At Them Whenever I Can.

There Is A Stubbornness About Me That Never Can Bear To Be Frightened At The Will Of Others. My Courage Always Rises At Every Attempt To Intimidate Me.

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She Tried To Be Calm, And Leave Things To Take Their Course; And Tried To Dwell Much On This Argument Of Rational Dependence – “surely, If There Be Constant Attachment On Each Side, Our Hearts Must Understand Each Other Ere Long. We Are Not Boy And Girl, To Be Captiously Irritable, Misled By Every Moment’s Inadvertence, And Wantonly Playing With Our Own Happiness.” And Yet, A Few Minutes Afterwards, She Felt As If Their Being In Company With Each Other, Under Their Present Circumstances, Could Only Be Exposing Them To Inadvertencies And Misconstructions Of The Most Mischievous Kind.

I Cannot Speak Well Enough To Be Unintelligible.

The Mere Habit Of Learning To Love Is The Thing; And A Teachableness Of Disposition In A Young Lady Is A Great Blessing

I Take No Leave Of You, Miss Bennet: I Send No Compliments To Your Mother. You Deserve No Such Attention. I Am Most Seriously Displeased.

The Evil Of The Actual Disparity In Their Ages (and Mr. Woodhouse Had Not Married Early) Was Much Increased By His Constitution And Habits; For Having Been A Valetudinarian All His Life, Without Activity Of Mind Or Body, He Was A Much Older Man In Ways Than In Years; And Though Everywhere Beloved For The Friendliness Of His Heart And His Amiable Temper, His Talents Could Not Have Recommended Him At Any Time.

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.

She Was Oppressed, She Was Overcome By Her Own Felicity; And Happily Disposed As Is The Human Mind To Be Easily Familiarized With Any Change For The Better, It Required Several Hours To Give Sedateness To Her Spirits, Or Any Degree Of Tranquillity To Her Heart.

Her Form, Though Not So Correct As Her Sister's, In Having The Advantage Of Height, Was More Striking; And Her Face Was So Lovely, That When In The Common Cant Of Praise She Was Called A Beautiful Girl, Truth Was Less Violently Outraged Than Usually Happens.

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!

I Have A High Respect For Your Nerves. They Are My Old Friends.

Vanity, Not Love, Has Been My Folly.

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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.

Men Were Put Into The World To Teach Women The Law Of Compromise.

But When A Young Lady Is To Be A Heroine, The Perverseness Of Forty Surrounding Families Cannot Prevent Her. Something Must And Will Happen To Throw A Hero In Her Way.

I Do Not Want People To Be Very Agreeable, As It Saves Me The Trouble Of Liking Them A Great Deal.

I Think I May Boast Myself To Be, With All Possible Vanity, The Most Unlearned And Uninformed Female Who Ever Dared To Be An Authoress.

Each Found Her Greatest Safety In Silence.

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

With Men He Can Be Rational And Unaffected, But When He Has Ladies To Please, Every Feature Works.

I Can Never Be Important To Any One.' 'what Is To Prevent You?' 'every Thing — My Situation — My Foolishness And Awkwardness.

For What Do We Live, But To Make Sport By Subjecting Our Neighbors To Endless Discretionary Review For Minor Additions?

I Cannot Comprehend The Neglect Of A Family Library In Such Days As These." - Mr. Darcy

Self-knowledge Is The First Step To Maturity.

One Man's Style Must Not Be The Rule Of Another's.

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

You Ought Certainly To Forgive Them As A Christian, But Never To Admit Them In Your Sight, Or Allow Their Names To Be Mentioned In Your Hearing.

She Will Never Submit To Any Thing Requiring Industry And Patience, And A Subjection Of The Fancy To The Understanding.

Yes, You Know Enough Of My Frankness To Believe Me Capable Of That. After Abusing You So Abominably To Your Face, I Could Have No Scruple In Abusing You To All Your Relations.

I Am Not Born To Sit Still And Do Nothing. If I Lose The Game, It Shall Not Be From Not Striving For It.

Beware How You Give Your Heart.

No Young Lady Can Be Justified In Falling In Love Before The Gentleman's Love Is Declared, It Must Be Very Improper That A Young Lady Should Dream Of A Gentleman Before The Gentleman Is First Known To Have Dreamt Of Her.

Falling In Love

'my Fingers,' Said Elizabeth, 'do Not Move Over This Instrument In The Masterly Manner Which I See So Many Woman's Do. They Have Not The Same Force Of Rapidity And Do Not Possess The Same Expression. But Then I Have Always Supposed It To Be My Own Fault - Because I Would Not Take The Trouble Of Practicing. It Is Not That I Do Not Believe My Fingers As Capable As Any Other Woman's Of Superior Execution.' Darcy Smiled And Said, 'you Are Perfectly Right.'

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.

Every Moment Had Its Pleasure And Its Hope.

Whatever Bears Affinity To Cunning Is Despicable.

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope. Tell Me Not That I Am Too Late, That Such Precious Feelings Are Gone For Ever. I Offer Myself To You Again With A Heart Even More Your Own Than When You Almost Broke It, Eight And A Half Years Ago. Dare Not Say That A Man Forgets Sooner Than Woman, That His Love Has An Earlier Death. I Have Loved None But You. Unjust I May Have Been, Weak And Resentful I Have Been, But Never Inconstant.

... But He Recommended The Books Which Charmed Her Leisure Hours, He Encouraged Her Taste, And Corrected Her Judgment; He Made Reading Useful By Talking To Her Of What She Read, And Heightened Its Attraction By Judicious Praise.

Do Not Consider Me Now As An Elegant Female Intending To Plague You, But As A Rational Creature Speaking The Truth From Her Heart.

She Was Humbled, She Was Grieved; She Repented, Though She Hardly Knew Of What. She Became Jealous Of His Esteem, When She Could No Longer Hope To Be Benefited By It. She Wanted To Hear Of Him, When There Seemed The Least Chance Of Gaining Intelligence. She Was Convinced That She Could Have Been Happy With Him, When It Was No Longer Likely They Should Meet.

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.

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

It Is A Shocking Trick For A Young Person To Be Always Lolling Upon A Sofa.

A Novel Must Show How The World Truly Is. Somehow, Reveals The True Source Of Our Actions.

I Do Not Cough For My Own Amusement.

I Pay Very Little Regard...to What Any Young Person Says On The Subject Of Marriage. If They Profess A Disinclination For It, I Only Set It Down That They Have Not Yet Seen The Right Person.

The Longer They Were Together The More Doubtful Seemed The Nature Of His Regard, And Sometimes For A Few Painful Minutes She Believed It To Be No More Than Friendship

She Was One Of Those, Who, Having, Once Begun, Would Be Always In Love.

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

Further Education

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-

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

You Expect Me To Account For Opinions Which You Choose To Call Mine, But Which I Have Never Acknowledged.

I Have No More To Say. If This Be The Case, He Deserves You. I Could Not Have Parted With You, My Lizzy, To Any One Less Worthy.

She Was Sensible And Clever, But Eager In Everything; Her Sorrows, Her Joys, Could Have No Moderation.

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.

Do You Dance, Mr. Darcy?" Darcy: "not If I Can Help It!" Sir William: "what A Charming Amusement For Young People This Is, Mr. Darcy! There Is Nothing Like Dancing, After All. I Consider It As One Of The First Refinements Of Polished Societies." Mr. Darcy: "certainly, Sir; And It Has The Advantage Also Of Being In Vogue Amongst The Less Polished Societies Of The World; Every Savage Can Dance.

I Should Not Mind Anything At All.

The Stream Is As Good As At First; The Little Rubbish It Collects In The Turnings Is Easily Moved Away.

What Are You Thinking Of So Earnestly?" Said He, As They Walked Back To The Ballroom; "not Of Your Partner, I Hope, For, By That Shake Of The Head, Your Meditations Are Not Satisfactory." Catherine Coloured, And Said, "i Was Not Thinking Of Anything." That Is Artful And Deep, To Be Sure; But I Had Rather Be Told At Once That You Will Not Tell Me." Well Then, I Will Not." Thank You; For Now We Shall Soon Be Acquainted, As I Am Authorized To Tease You On This Subject Whenever We Meet, And Nothing In The World Advances Intimacy So Much.

What Dreadful Hot Weather We Have! It Keeps One In A Continual State Of Inelegance.

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.

From A Night Of More Sleep Than She Had Expected, Marianne Awoke The Next Morning To The Same Consciousness Of Misery In Which She Had Closed Her Eyes.

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.

She Went, However, And They Sauntered About Together Many A Half Hour In Mr. Grant's Shrubbery, The Weather Being Unusually Mild For The Time Of Year, And Venturing Sometimes Even To Sit Down On One Of The Benches Now Comparatively Unsheltered, Remaining There Perhaps Till, In The Midst Of Some Tender Ejaculation Of Fanny's On The Sweets Of So Protracted An Autumn, They Were Forced By The Sudden Swell Of A Cold Gust Shaking Down The Last Few Yellow Leaves About Them, To Jump Up And Walk For Warmth.

She Mediated, By Turns, On Broken Promises And Broken Arches, Phaetons And False Hangings, Tilneys And Trap-doors.

A Very Short Trial Convinced Her That A Curricle Was The Prettiest Equipage In The World.

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.

Nothing Is More Deceitful Than The Appearance Of Humility. It Is Often Only Carelessness Of Opinion, And Sometimes An Indirect Boast.

Let Us Have No Ranting Tragedies. Too Many Charactersnot A Tolerable Woman's Part In The Play.

Books--oh! No. I Am Sure We Never Read The Same, Or Not With The Same Feelings." "i Am Sorry You Think So; But If That Be The Case, There Can At Least Be No Want Of Subject. We May Compare Our Different Opinions.

Let Other Pens Dwell On Guilt And Misery. I Quit Such Odious Subjects As Soon As I Can, Impatient To Restore Everybody Not Greatly In Fault Themselves To Tolerable Comfort, And To Have Done With All The Rest.

With Women, The Heart Argues, Not The Mind.

But Your Mind Is Warped By An Innate Principle Of General Integrity, And, Therefore, Not Accessible To The Cool Reasonings Of Family Partiality, Or A Desire Of Revenge.

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

Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

A Man . . . Must Have A Very Good Opinion Of Himself When He Asks People To Leave Their Own Fireside, And Encounter Such A Day As This, For The Sake Of Coming To See Him. He Must Think Himself A Most Agreeable Fellow.

“it Is Not Everyone,” Said Elinor, “who Has Your Passion For Dead Leaves.”

Yes," Replied Darcy, Who Could Contain Himself No Longer, "but That Was When I First Knew Her; For It Is Many Months Since I Have Considered Her As One Of The Handsomest Women Of My Acquaintance.

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

What Do You Know Of My Heart? What Do You Know Of Anything But Your Own Suffering. For Weeks, Marianne, I've Had This Pressing On Me Without Being At Liberty To Speak Of It To A Single Creature. It Was Forced On Me By The Very Person Whose Prior Claims Ruined All My Hope. I Have Endured Her Exultations Again And Again Whilst Knowing Myself To Be Divided From Edward Forever. Believe Me, Marianne, Had I Not Been Bound To Silence I Could Have Provided Proof Enough Of A Broken Heart, Even For You.

Too Many Cooks Spoil The Broth

Haste Makes Waste

I Wonder Who First Discovered The Efficacy Of Poetry In Driving Away Love!- Elizabeth Bennet

Without Scheming To Do Wrong, Or To Make Others Unhappy, There May Be Error And There May Be Misery. Thoughtlessness, Want Of Attention To Other People's Feelings, And Want Of Resolution, Will Do The Business.

Time Will Explain.

Her Pleasure In The Walk Must Arise From The Exercise And The Day, From The View Of The Last Smiles Of The Year Upon The Tawny Leaves And Withered Hedges, And From Repeating To Herself Some Few Of The Thousand Poetical Descriptions Extant Of Autumn-that Season Of Peculiar And Inexhaustible Influence On The Mind Of Taste And Tenderness-that Season Which Has Drawn From Every Poet Worthy Of Being Read Some Attempt At Description, Or Some Lines Of Feeling.

Always Resignation And Acceptance. Always Prudence And Honour And Duty. Elinor, Where Is Your Heart?

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

I Frequently Observe That One Pretty Face Would Be Followed By Five And Thirty Frights.

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

Deserve The Best

A Woman Never Looks Better Than On Horseback

Reflection Must Be Reserved For Solitary Hours; Whenever She Was Alone, She Gave Way To It As The Greatest Relief; And Not A Day Went By Without A Solitary Walk, In Which She Might Indulge In All The Delight Of Unpleasant Recollections.

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

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

I Am Not Romantic, You Know; I Never Was.

Faultless In Spite Of All Her Faults.

My Dear Mr. Bennet," Said His Lady To Him One Day, "have You Heard That Netherfield Park Is Let At Last?

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

What Do You Know Of My Heart? What Do You Know Of Anything But Your Own Suffering?

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

They Walked On, Without Knowing In What Direction. There Was Too Much To Be Thought, And Felt, And Said, For Attention To Any Other Objects.

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

To Begin Perfect Happiness At The Respective Ages Of 26 And 18 Is To Do Pretty Well.

Perfect Happiness

Teach Us Almighty Father, To Consider This Solemn Truth, As We Should Do, That We May Feel The Importance Of Every Day, And Every Hour As It Passes.

All The World Is Good And Agreeable In Your Eyes.

Catherine Hoped At Least To Pass Uncensured Through The Crowd. As For Admiration, It Was Always Very Welcome When It Came, But She Did Not Depend On It.

There Is Safety In Reserve, But No Attraction. One Cannot Love A Reserved Person.

I Do Regard Her As One Who Is Too Modest For The World In General To Be Aware Of Half Her Accomplishments, And Too Highly Accomplished For Modesty To Be Natural Of Any Other Woman.

I Have Not The Pleasure Of Understanding You.

Grant Us Peace, Almighty Father, So To Pray As To Deserve To Be Heard.

I Would Rather Have Young People Settle On A Small Income At Once, And Have To Struggle With A Few Difficulties Together, Than Be Involved In A Long Engagement.

Where Any One Body Of Educated Men, Of Whatever Denomination, Are Condemned Indiscriminately, There Must Be A Deficiency Of Information, Or...of Something Else.

But Indeed I Would Rather Have Nothing But Tea.

To Yield Readily--easily--to The Persuasion Of A Friend Is No Merit.... To Yield Without Conviction Is No Compliment To The Understanding Of Either.

One Cannot Know What A Man Really Is By The End Of A Fortnight.

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

At First Sight, His Address Is Certainly Not Striking; And His Person Can Hardly Be Called Handsome, Till The Expression Of His Eyes, Which Are Uncommonly Good, And The General Sweetness Of His Countenance, Is Perceived.

On Every Formal Visit A Child Ought To Be Of The Party, By Way Of Provisions For Discourse.

The Sooner Every Party Breaks Up The Better.

Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?

Sir Walter Elliot, Of Kellynch-hall, In Somersetshire, Was A Man Who, For His Own Amusement, Never Took Up Any Book But The Barontage; There He Found Occupation For An Idle Hour, And Consolation In A Distressed One; . . .

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.

Here I Have Opportunity Enough For The Exercise Of My Talent, As The Chief Of My Time Is Spent In Conversation.

If Gratitude And Esteem Are Good Foundations Of Affection, Elizabeth's Change Of Sentiment Will Be Neither Improbable Nor Faulty. But If Otherwise--if Regard Springing From Such Sources Is Unreasonable Or Unnatural, In Comparison Of What Is So Often Described As Arising On A First Interview With Its Object, And Even Before Two Words Have Been Exchanged, Nothing Can Be Said In Her Defence, Except That She Had Given Somewhat Of A Trial To The Latter Method In Her Partiality For Wickham, And That Its Ill Success Might, Perhaps, Authorise Her To Seek The Other Less Interesting Mode Of Attachment.

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