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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.

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What Have Wealth Or

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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.

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Obstinate, Headstrong Girl!

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

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

I Wish I Might Take This For A Compliment; But To Be So Easily Seen Through I Am Afraid Is Pitiful.

Time Will Explain.

How Can I Dispose Of Myself With It?

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

Mr. Knightley Seemed To Be Trying Not To Smile; And Succeeded Without Difficulty, Upon Mrs. Elton's Beginning To Talk To Him.

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 Hoped To Be Wise And Reasonable In Time; But Alas! Alas! She Must Confess To Herself That She Was Not Wise Yet.

Marriage Is Indeed A Maneuvering Business.

You Think Me Foolish To Call Instruction A Torment, But If You Had Been As Much Used As Myself To Hear Poor Little Children First Learning Their Letters And Then Learning To Spell, If You Had Ever Seen How Stupid They Can Be For A Whole Morning Together, And How Tired My Poor Mother Is At The End Of It, As I Am In The Habit Of Seeing Almost Every Day Of My Life At Home, You Would Allow That To Torment And To Instruct Might Sometimes Be Used As Synonymous Words.

Well, My Comfort Is, I Am Sure Jane Will Die Of A Broken Heart, And Then He Will Be Sorry For What He Has Done.

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

It Is Not Every Man's Fate To Marry The Woman Who Loves Him Best

Nobody, Who Has Not Been In The Interior Of A Family, Can Say What The Difficulties Of Any Individual Of That Family May Be.

None But A Woman Can Teach The Science Of Herself.

She Wished Such Words Unsaid With All Her Heart

His Own Enjoyment, Or His Own Ease, Was, In Every Particular, His Ruling Principle.

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

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.

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

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

How Hard It Is In Some Cases To Be Believed!' 'and How Impossible In Others!

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.

But It Is Very Foolish To Ask Questions About Any Young Ladies — About Any Three Sisters Just Grown Up; For One Knows, Without Being Told, Exactly What They Are — All Very Accomplished And Pleasing, And One Very Pretty. There Is A Beauty In Every Family. — It Is A Regular Thing

There Are People, Who The More You Do For Them, The Less They Will Do For Themselves.

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

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.

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.

How Can You Contrive To Write So Even?

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.

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

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.

At My Time Of Life Opinions Are Tolerably Fixed. It Is Not Likely That I Should Now See Or Hear Anything To Change Them.

The More I See Of The World, The More Am I Dissatisfied With It.

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

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

I Am Afraid That The Pleasantness Of An Employment Does Not Always Evince Its Propriety.

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

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.

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

One Cannot Be Always Laughing At A Man Without Now And Then Stumbling On Something Witty.

I Have Always Maintained The Importance Of Aunts

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

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

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.

Expect A Most Agreeable Letter; For Not Being Overburdened With Subject (having Nothing At All To Say) I Shall Have No Check To My Genius From Beginning To End.

It Is Very Unfair To Judge Any Body's Conduct, Without An Intimate Knowledge Of Their Situation.

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.

And We Mean To Treat You All,' Added Lydia, 'but You Must Lend Us The Money, For We Have Just Spent Ours At The Shop Out There.

But A Sanguine Temper, Though For Ever Expecting More Good Than Occurs, Does Not Always Pay For Its Hopes By Any Proportionate Depression. It Soon Flies Over The Present Failure, And Begins To Hope Again.

Mr. Bennet, How Can You Abuse Your Own Children In Such A Way? You Take Delight In Vexing Me. You Have No Compassion For My Poor Nerves." "you Mistake Me, My Dear. I Have A High Respect For Your Nerves. They Are My Old Friends. I Have Heard You Mention Them With Consideration These Last Twenty Years At Least.

Elinor Was To Be The Comforter Of Others In Her Own Distresses, No Less Than In Theirs; And All The Comfort That Could Be Given By Assurances Of Her Own Composure Of Mind, And A Very Earnest Vindication Of Edward From Every Charge But Of Imprudence, Was Readily Offered.

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

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

It Is Only A Novel... Or, In Short, Only Some Work In Which The Greatest Powers Of The Mind Are Displayed, In Which The Most Thorough Knowledge Of Human Nature, The Happiest Delineation Of Its Varieties, The Liveliest Effusions Of Wit And Humour, Are Conveyed To The World In The Best-chosen Language

Thorough Knowledge

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.

The Little Bit (two Inches Wide) Of Ivory On Which I Work With So Fine A Brush As Produces Little Effect After Much Labour.

Nobody Minds Having What Is Too Good For Them.

To Love Is To Burn, To Be On Fire.

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.

But There Was Happiness Elsewhere Which No Description Can Reach.

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

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

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

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.

All The World Is Good And Agreeable In Your Eyes.

I Will Not Allow It To Be More Man's Nature Than Woman's To Be Inconstant.

She Was Stronger Alone.

I Believe You [men] Capable Of Everything Great And Good In Your Married Lives. I Believe You Equal To Every Important Exertion, And To Every Domestic Forbearance, So Long As - If I May Be Allowed The Expression, So Long As You Have An Object. I Mean, While The Woman You Love Lives, And Lives For You. All The Privilege I Claim For My Own Sex (it Is Not A Very Enviable One, You Need Not Covet It) Is That Of Loving Longest, When Existence Or When Hope Is Gone.

He Listened To Her With Silent Attention, And On Her Ceasing To Speak, Rose Directly From His Seat, And After Saying In A Voice Of Emotion, 'to Your Sister I Wish All Imaginable Happiness; To Willoughby, That He May Endeavor To Deserve Her,' Took Leave, And Went Away.

The Post Office Has A Great Charm At One Point Of Our Lives. When You Have Lived To My Age, You Will Begin To Think Letters Are Never Worth Going Through The Rain For.

I Can Always Live By My Pen.

It Is A Difference Of Opinion Which Does Not Admit Of Proof. We Each Begin Probably With A Little Bias Towards Our Own Sex, And Upon That Bias Build Every Circumstance In Favour Of It Which Has Occurred Within Our Own Circle.

It Would Be Mortifying To The Feelings Of Many Ladies, Could They Be Made To Understand How Little The Heart Of A Man Is Affected By What Is Costly Or New In Their Attire.

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.

Every Young Lady May Feel For My Heroine In This Critical Moment, For Every Young Lady Has At Some Time Or Other Known The Same Agitation.

Critical Moments

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.

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.

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.

Till This Moment I Never Knew Myself.

Pride And Prejudice Book

You Deserve A Longer Letter Than This; But It Is My Unhappy Fate Seldom To Treat People So Well As They Deserve.

How Quick Come The Reasons For Approving What We Like!

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.

..that Sanguine Expectation Of Happiness Which Is Happiness Itself

It's Been Many Years Since I Had Such An Exemplary Vegetable.

A Man Who Has Nothing To Do With His Own Time Has No Conscience In His Intrusion On That Of Others.

You Must Be The Best Judge Of Your Own Happiness.

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

There Is One Thing, Emma, Which A Man Can Always Do If He Chooses, And That Is His Duty; Not By Manoeuvring And Finessing, But By Vigour And Resolution. - Mr. Knightley

If I Could Not Be Persuaded Into Doing What I Thought Wrong, I Never Will Be Tricked Into It.

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

They Gave Themselves Up Wholly To Their Sorrow, Seeking Increase Of Wretchedness In Every Reflection That Could Afford It, And Resolved Against Ever Admitting Consolation In Future.

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.

What A Shame, For I Dearly Love To Laugh.

I Am No Indiscriminate Novel Reader. The Mere Trash Of The Common Circulating Library I Hold In The Highest Contempt.

Have You Any Other Objection Than Your Belief Of My Indifference?" - Elizabeth Bennet

I Love You. Most Ardently.

Elizabeth Had Never Been More At A Loss To Make Her Feelings Appear What They Were Not. It Was Necessary To Laugh, When She Would Rather Have Cried.

It Is A Truth Universally Acknowledged, That A Single Man In Possession Of A Good Fortune, Must Be In Want Of A Wife. However Little Known The Feelings Or Views Of Such A Man May Be On His First Entering A Neighbourhood, This Truth Is So Well Fixed In The Minds Of The Surrounding Families, That He Is Considered As The Rightful Property Of Someone Or Other Of Their Daughters.

Good Company Requires Only Birth, Education, And Manners, And With Regard To Education Is Not Very Nice. Birth And Good Manners Are Essential; But A Little Learning Is By No Means A Dangerous Thing In Good Company; On The Contrary, It Will Do Very Well.

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.

Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

A Very Narrow Income Has A Tendency To Contract The Mind, And Sour The Temper. Those Who Can Barely Live, And Who Live Perforce In A Very Small, And Generally Very Inferior, Society, May Well Be Illiberal And Cross.

The Wisest And The Best Of Men, Nay, The Wisest And Best Of Their Actions, May Be Rendered Ridiculous By A Person Whose First Object In Life Is A Joke.

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.

I Have Read Your Book, And I Disapprove.

I Was Quiet But I Was Not Blind.

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

You Have Delighted Us Long Enough.

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.

One Can Never Have Too Large A Party.

It Will, I Believe, Be Everywhere Found, That As The Clergy Are, Or Are Not What They Ought To Be, So Are The Rest Of The Nation.

I Am Now Convinced That I Have Never Been Much In Love; For Had I Really Experienced That Pure And Elevating Passion, I Should At Present Detest His Very Name, And Wish Him All Manner Of Evil. But My Feelings Are Not Only Cordial Towards Him; They Are Even Impartial Towards Her. I Cannot Find Out That I Hate Her At All, Or That I Am In The Least Unwilling To Think Her A Very Good Sort Of Girl. There Can Be No Love In All This.

My Characters Shall Have, After A Little Trouble, All That They Desire.

Where An Opinion Is General, It Is Usually Correct.

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 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.

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

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

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.

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

The More I See Of The World, The More Am I Dissatisfied With It; And Everyday Confirms My Belief Of The Inconsistencies Of All Human.

The Distance Is Nothing When One Has A Motive.

Pride And Prejudice Pride

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

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

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

Woman Is Fine For Her Own Satisfaction Alone. No Man Will Admire Her The More, No Woman Will Like Her The Better For It. Neatness And Fashion Are Enough For The Former, And A Something Of Shabbiness Or Impropriety Will Be Most Endearing To The Latter.

I Am Fond Of History And Am Very Well Contented To Take The False With The True. In The Principal Facts They Have Sources Of Intelligence In Former Histories And Records, Which May Be As Much Depended On, I Conclude, As Anything That Does Not Actually Pass Under Ones Own Observation; And As For The Little Embellishments You Speak Of, They Are Embellishments, And I Like Them As Such.

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

Here And There, Human Nature May Be Great In Times Of Trial, But Generally Speaking It Is Its Weakness And Not Its Strength That Appears In A Sick Chamber.

I Think Him Every Thing That Is Worthy And Amiable.

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

I Never Wish To Offend, But I Am So Foolishly Shy, That I Often Seem Negligent, When I Am Only Kept Back By My Natural Awkwardness ... Shyness Is Only The Effect Of A Sense Of Inferiority In Some Way Or Other. If I Could Persuade Myself That My Manners Were Perfectly Easy And Graceful, I Should Not Be Shy.

She Was Convinced That She Could Have Been Happy With Him, When It Was No Longer Likely They Should Meet.

It Was Not In Her Nature, However, To Increase Her Vexations By Dwelling On Them. She Was Confident Of Having Performed Her Duty, And To Fret Over Unavoidable Evils, Or Augment Them By Anxiety, Was Not Part Of Her Disposition.

Lady Middleton ... Exerted Herself To Ask Mr. Palmer If There Was Any News In The Paper. 'no, None At All,' He Replied, And Read On.

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

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

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.

And Have You Never Known The Pleasure And Triumph Of A Lucky Guess? I Pity You. I Thought You Cleverer; For Depend Upon It, A Lucky Guess Is Never Merely Luck. There Is Always Some Talent In It.

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

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

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

I Have Faults Enough, But They Are Not, I Hope, Of Understanding. My Temper I Dare Not Vouch For. It Is, I Believe, Too Little Yielding— Certainly Too Little For The Convenience Of The World. I Cannot Forget The Follies And Vices Of Other So Soon As I Ought, Nor Their Offenses Against Myself. My Feelings Are Not Puffed About With Every Attempt To Move Them. My Temper Would Perhaps Be Called Resentful. My Good Opinion Once Lost, Is Lost Forever.

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

Unjust I May Have Been, Weak And Resentful I Have Been, But Never Inconstant.

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

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

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.

From The Very Beginning— From The First Moment, I May Almost Say— Of My Acquaintance With You, Your Manners, Impressing Me With The Fullest Belief Of Your Arrogance, Your Conceit, And Your Selfish Disdain Of The Feelings Of Others, Were Such As To Form The Groundwork Of Disapprobation On Which Succeeding Events Have Built So Immovable A Dislike; And I Had Not Known You A Month Before I Felt That You Were The Last Man In The World Whom I Could Ever Be Prevailed On To Marry.

What Are Men To Rocks And Mountains?

Everything Nourishes What Is Strong Already

There Is Not The Hundredth Part Of The Wine Consumed In This Kingdom That There Ought To Be. Our Foggy Climate Wants Help.

My Style Of Writing Is Very Diffrent From Yours.

Not Very Good, I Am Afraid. But Now Really, Do Not You Think Udolpho The Nicest Book In The World?" "the Nicest—by Which I Suppose You Mean The Neatest. That Must Depend Upon The Binding.

To Be So Bent On Marriage - To Pursue A Man Merely For The Sake Of Situation - Is A Sort Of Thing That Shocks Me; I Cannot Understand It. Poverty Is A Great Evil, But To A Woman Of Education And Feeling It Ought Not, It Cannot Be The Greatest. I Would Rather Be A Teacher At A School (and I Can Think Of Nothing Worse) Than Marry A Man I Did Not Like.

Each Found Her Greatest Safety In Silence.

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

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.

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

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

An Annuity Is A Very Serious Business.

Serious Business

Angry People Are Not Always Wise.

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.

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

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.

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

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

It Would Be Most Right, And Most Wise, And, Therefore Must Involve Least Suffering.

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.

If I Was Wrong In Yielding To Persuasion Once, Remember That It Was To Persuasion Exerted On The Side Of Safety, Not Of Risk. When I Yielded, I Thought It Was To Duty; But No Duty Could Be Called In Aid Here. In Marrying A Man Indifferent To Me, All Risk Would Have Been Incurred And All Duty Violated.

How Much I Love Every Thing That Is Decided And Open!

My Idea Of Good Company Is The Company Of Clever, Well-informed People Who Have A Great Deal Of Conversation; That Is What I Call Good Company.

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.

... Strange Things May Be Generally Accounted For If Their Cause Be Fairly Seached Out.

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

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

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.

I Certainly Must,' Said She. 'this Sensation Of Listlessness, Weariness, Stupidity, This Disinclination To Sit Down And Employ Myself, This Feeling Of Everything's Being Dull And Insipid About The House! I Must Be In Love; I Should Be The Oddest Creature In The World If I Were Not.

It Was A Delightful Visit;-perfect, In Being Much Too Short.

She Was Not Often Invited To Join In The Conversation Of The Others, Nor Did She Desire It. Her Own Thoughts And Reflections Were Habitually Her Best Companions.

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?

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

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

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

And From The Whole She Deduced This Useful Lesson, That To Go Previously Engaged To A Ball, Does Not Necessarily Increase Either The Dignity Or Enjoyment Of A Young Lady.

Dear Diary, Today I Tried Not To Think About Mr. Knightly. I Tried Not To Think About Him When I Discussed The Menu With Cook... I Tried Not To Think About Him In The Garden Where I Thrice Plucked The Petals Off A Daisy To Ascertain His Feelings For Harriet. I Don't Think We Should Keep Daisies In The Garden, They Really Are A Drab Little Flower. And I Tried Not To Think About Him When I Went To Bed, But Something Had To Be Done.

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

Faultless In Spite Of All Her Faults.

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

Mrs. Jennings Was A Widow, With An Ample Jointure. She Had Only Two Daughters, Both Of Whom She Had Lived To See Respectably Married, And She Had Now Therefore Nothing To Do But To Marry All The Rest Of The World.

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.

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