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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.

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Pity Is For This

Jane Austen

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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.

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

Heaven Forbid! -- That Would Be The Greatest Misfortune Of All! -- To Find A Man Agreeable Whom One Is Determined To Hate! -- Do Not Wish Me Such An Evil.

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

Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

My Courage Always Rises With Every Attempt To Intimidate Me.

Where The Waters Do Agree, It Is Quite Wonderful The Relief They Give.

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

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

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

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

I Have Been Meditating On The Very Great Pleasure Which A Pair Of Fine Eyes In The Face Of A Pretty Woman Can Bestow.

Our Scars Make Us Know That Our Past Was For Real

Portable Property Is Happiness In A Pocketbook.

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.

Too Many Cooks Spoil The Broth

Haste Makes Waste

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?

Every Savage Can Dance.

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

Had I Been In Love, I Could Not Have Been More Wretchedly Blind. But Vanity, Not Love, Has Been My Folly.

I Could Not Sit Seriously Down To Write A Serious Romance Under Any Other Motive Than To Save My Life, & If It Were Indispensable For Me To Keep It Up & Never Relax Into Laughing At Myself Or Other People, I Am Sure I Should Be Hung Before I Had Finished The First Chapter. No - I Must Keep My Own Style & Go On In My Own Way; And Though I May Never Succeed Again In That, I Am Convinced That I Should Totally Fail In Any Other.

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

Told Herself Likewise Not To Hope. But It Was Too Late. Hope Had Already Entered.

... Professing Myself Moreover Convinced That The General's Unjust Interference, So Far From Being Really Injurious To Their Felicity, Was Perhaps Rather Conducive To It, By Improving Their Knowledge Of Each Other, And Adding Strength To Their Attachment, 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.

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

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

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

One Man's Ways May Be As Good As Another's, But We All Like Our Own Best.

Sense Will Always Have Attractions For Me.

To Love Is To Burn, To Be On Fire.

When I Look Out On Such A Night As This, I Feel As If There Could Be Neither Wickedness Nor Sorrow In The World; And There Certainly Would Be Less Of Both If The Sublimity Of Nature Were More Attended To, And People Were Carried More Out Of Themselves By Contemplating Such A Scene.

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There Could Have Never Been Two Hearts So Open, No Tastes So Similar, No Feelings So In Unison, No Countenances So Beloved. Now They Were As Strangers; Nay, Worse Than Strangers, For They Could Never Become Acquainted. It Was A Perpetual Estrangement.

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Facts Or Opinions Which Are To Pass Through The Hands Of So Many, To Be Misconceived By Folly In One, And Ignorance In Another, Can Hardly Have Much Truth Left.

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope...i Have Loved None But You.

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Every Impulse Of Feeling Should Be Guided By Reason; And, In My Opinion, Exertion Should Always Be In Proportion To What Is Required.

Did Not You? I Did For You. But That Is One Great Difference Between Us. Compliments Always Take You By Surprise, And Me Never.

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.

I Am Sure Of This, That If Everybody Was To Drink Their Bottle A Day, There Would Be Not Half The Disorders In The World There Are Now. It Would Be A Famous Good Thing For Us All.

She Wished Such Words Unsaid With All Her Heart

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.

My Good Qualities Are Under Your Protection, And You Are To Exaggerate Them As Much As Possible; And, In Return, It Belongs To Me To Find Occasion For Teasing And Quarreling With You As Often As May Be.

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

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.

She Was Heartily Ashamed Of Her Ignorance - A Misplaced Shame. Where People Wish To Attach, They Should Always Be Ignorant. To Come With A Well−informed Mind Is To Come With An Inability Of Administering To The Vanity Of Others, Which A Sensible Person Would Always Wish To Avoid. A Woman Especially, If She Have The Misfortune Of Knowing Anything, Should Conceal It As Well As She Can.

With Women, The Heart Argues, Not The Mind.

Life Could Do Nothing For Her, Beyond Giving Time For A Better Preparation For Death.

Preparation For Death

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