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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.

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She Tried To Be

Jane Austen

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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.

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Where An Opinion Is General, It Is Usually Correct.

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

Nothing Is More Deceitful Than The Appearance Of Humility.

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

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I Am Excessively Fond Of A Cottage; There Is Always So Much Comfort, So Much Elegance About Them. And I Protest, If I Had Any Money To Spare, I Should Buy A Little Land And Build One Myself, Within A Short Distance Of London, Where I Might Drive Myself Down At Any Time, And Collect A Few Friends About Me And Be Happy. I Advise Everybody Who Is Going To Build, To Build A Cottage.

Marianne Was Silent; It Was Impossible For Her To Say What She Did Not Feel, However Trivial The Occasion.

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.

Portable Property Is Happiness In A Pocketbook.

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Yet There It Was Not Love. It Was A Little Fever Of Admiration; But It Might, Probably Must, End In Love With Some

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

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…but Then I Am Unlike Other People I Dare Say.

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Till This Moment I Never Knew Myself.

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I Have Made Myself Two Or Three Caps To Wear Of Evenings Since I Came Home, And They Save Me A World Of Torment As To Hair-dressing, Which At Present Gives Me No Trouble Beyond Washing And Brushing, For My Long Hair Is Always Plaited Up Out Of Sight, And My Short Hair Curls Well Enough To Want No Papering.

And What Am I To Do On The Occasion? -- It Seems An Hopeless Business.

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Time, Time Will Heal The Wound.

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

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

The Most Incomprehensible Thing In The World To A Man, Is A Woman Who Rejects His Offer Of Marriage!

The Evening Ended With Dancing. On Its Being Proposed, Anne Offered Her Services, As Usual, And Though Her Eyes Would Sometimes Fill With Tears As She Sat At The Instrument, She Was Extremely Glad To Be Employed, And Desired Nothing In Return But To Be Unobserved.

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

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

Upon The Whole, Therefore, She Found What Had Been Sometimes Found Before, That An Event To Which She Had Looked Forward With Impatient Desire, Did Not, In Taking Place, Bring All The Satisfaction She Had Promised Herself.

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

I Have Changed My Mind, And Changed The Trimmings Of My Cap This Morning; They Are Now Such As You Suggested.

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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.

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.

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I Should Infinitely Prefer A Book.

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

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.

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.

He Is A Gentleman; I Am A Gentleman's Daughter; So Far We Are Equal.

How Clever You Are, To Know Something Of Which You Are Ignorant.

If A Woman Is Partial To A Man, And Does Not Endeavour To Conceal It, He Must Find It Out." -elizabeth

What A Shame, For I Dearly Love To Laugh.

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

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

She Felt That She Could So Much More Depend Upon The Sincerity Of Those Who Sometimes Looked Or Said A Careless Or A Hasty Thing, Than Of Those Whose Presence Of Mind Never Varied, Whose Tongue Never Slipped.

Presence Of Mind

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

Life Seems But A Quick Succession Of Busy Nothings.

If The Heroine Of One Novel Be Not Patronized By The Heroine Of Another, From Whom Can She Expect Protection And Regard?

We Neither Of Us Perform To Strangers.

Family Connexions Were Always Worth Preserving, Good Company Always Worth Seeking.

The World May Know My Words, But It Has No Such Privileges With My Heart

You Must Really Begin To Harden Yourself To The Idea Of Being Worth Looking At.

Then It Would Not Be So Strong A Sense. If It Failed To Produce Equal Exertion, It Could Not Be An Equal Conviction.

Have A Little Compassion On My Nerves. You Tear Them To Pieces.

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.

When Once Married People Begin To Attack Me With, 'oh! You Will Think Very Differently, When You Are Married,' I Can Only Say, 'no I Shall Not'; And Then They Say Again, 'yes You Will,' And There Is An End To It.

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

You May Only Call Me "mrs. Darcy"... When You Are Completely, And Perfectly, And Incandescently Happy.

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.

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?

Never Could I Expect To Be So Truly Beloved And Important; So Always First And Always Right In Any Man's Eyes As I Am In My Father's.

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

She Was Stronger Alone.

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.

Every Savage Can Dance.

She Hardly Knew How To Suppose That She Could Be An Object Of Admiration To So Great A Man.

Pride And Prejudice Pride

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.

You Men Have None Of You Any Hearts.' 'if We Have Not Hearts, We Have Eyes; And They Give Us Torment Enough.

I Trust That Absolutes Have Gradations.

A Submissive Spirit Might Be Patient, A Strong Understanding Would Supply Resolution, But Here Was Something More; Here Was That Elasticity Of Mind, That Disposition To Be Comforted, That Power Of Turning Readily From Evil To Good, And Of Finding Employment Which Carried Her Out Of Herself, Which Was From Nature Alone. It Was The Choicest Gift Of Heaven; And Anne Viewed Her Friend As One Of Those Instances In Which, By A Merciful Appointment, It Seems Designed To Counterbalance Almost Every Other Want.

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.

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.

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

Vanity Was The Beginning And The End Of Sir Walter Elliot's Character; Vanity Of Person And Of Situation. He Had Been Remarkably Handsome In His Youth; And, At Fifty-four, Was Still A Very Fine Man. Few Women Could Think More Of Their Personal Appearance Than He Did, Nor Could The Valet Of Any New Made Lord Be More Delighted With The Place He Held In Society. He Considered The Blessing Of Beauty As Inferior Only To The Blessing Of A Baronetcy; And The Sir Walter Elliott, Who United These Gifts, Was The Constant Object Of His Warmest Respect And Devotion.

I Am Going To Take A Heroine Whom No One But Myself Will Much Like

There Is Nothing Like Staying At Home For Real Comfort.

We Are All Fools In Love.

It Was A Gloomy Prospect, And All That She Could Do Was To Throw A Mist Over It, And Hope When The Mist Cleared Away, She Should See Something Else.

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

It Is A Truth Universally Acknowledged, That A Single Man In Possession Of A Good Fortune, Must Be In Want Of A Wife.

[i]t Is Well To Have As Many Holds Upon Happiness As Possible.

I Understand Crawford Paid You A Visit?" "yes." "and Was He Attentive?" "yes, Very." "and Has Your Heart Changed Towards Him?" "yes. Several Times. I Have - I Find That I - I Find That-" "shh. Surely You And I Are Beyond Speaking When Words Are Clearly Not Enough.... I Missed You." "and I You.

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

Too Many Cooks Spoil The Broth

Haste Makes Waste

Mr. Bennet's Expectations Were Fully Answered. His Cousin Was As Absurd As He Had Hoped, And He Listened To Him With The Keenest Enjoyment.

Her Own Thoughts And Reflections Were Habitually Her Best Companions.

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

There Are Secrets In All Families.

I Can Easily Believe It. Women Of That Class Have Great Opportunities, And If They Are Intelligent May Be Well Worth Listening To. Such Varieites Of Human Nature As They Are In The Habit Of Witnessing! And It Is Not Merely In Its Follies, That They Are Read; For They See It Occasionally Under Every Circumstance That Can Be Most Interesting Or Affecting. What Instances Must Pass Before Them Of Ardent, Disinterested, Self-denying Attachment, Of Heroism, Fortitude, Patience, Resignation-- Of All The Sacrifices That Ennoble Us Most. A Sick Chamber May Often Furnish The Worth Of Volumes.

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

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

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.

About Thirty Years Ago, Miss Maria Ward Of Huntingdon, With Only Seven Thousand Pounds, Had The Good Luck To Captivate Sir Thomas Bertram, Of Mansfield Park, In The County Of Northampton, And To Be Thereby Raised To The Rank Of A Baronet's Lady, With All The Comforts And Consequences Of An Handsome House And Large Income.

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; . . .

I Have Always Maintained The Importance Of Aunts

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

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

Almost Anything Is Possible With Time

Anything Is Possible

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

We Do Not Look In Great Cities For Our Best Morality.

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