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What! Would I Be Turned Back From Doing A Thing That I Had Determined To Do, And That I Knew To Be Right, By The Airs And Interference Of Such A Person, Or Any Person I May Say? No, I Have No Idea Of Being So Easily Persuaded. When I Have Made Up My Mind, I Have Made It.

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What! Would I Be Turned Back From Doing A Thing That I Had Determined To Do, And That I Knew To Be Right, By The Airs And Interference Of Such A Person, Or Any Person I May Say? No, I Have No Idea Of Being So Easily Persuaded. When I Have Made Up My Mind, I Have Made It.

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

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.

What A Shame, For I Dearly Love To Laugh.

Nothing Amuses Me More Than The Easy Manner With Which Everybody Settles The Abundance Of Those Who Have A Great Deal Less Than Themselves.

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.

I Do Not Find Myself Making Any Use Of The Word Sacrifice.

The Advantages Of Natural Folly In A Beautiful Girl Have Been Already Set Forth By The Capital Pen Of A Sister Author; And To Her Treatment Of The Subject I Will Only Add, In Justice To Men, That Though To The Larger And More Trifling Part Of The Sex, Imbecility In Females Is A Great Enhancement Of Their Personal Charms, There Is A Portion Of Them Too Reasonable And Too Well Informed Themselves To Desire Anything More In Woman Than Ignorance

You Were Disgusted With The Women Who Were Always Speaking And Looking, And Thinking For Your Approbation Alone. I Roused, And Interested You, Because I Was So Unlike Them.

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.

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.

Provided That Nothing Like Useful Knowledge Could Be Gained From Them, Provided They Were All Story And No Reflection, She Had Never Any Objection To Books At All.

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

Pleasant Surprises

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

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

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

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.

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

She Began Now To Comprehend That He Was Exactly The Man Who, In Disposition And Talents, Would Most Suit Her. His Understanding And Temper, Though Unlike Her Own, Would Have Answered All Her Wishes. It Was An Union That Must Have Been To The Advantage Of Both: By Her Ease And Liveliness, His Mind Might Have Been Softened, His Manners Improved; And From His Judgement, Information, And Knowledge Of The World, She Must Have Received Benefit Of Greater Importance.

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

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-

We Can All Begin Freely—a Slight Preference Is Natural Enough; But There Are Very Few Of Us Who Have Heart Enough To Be Really In Love Without Encouragement.

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

I Was Quiet But I Was Not Blind.

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

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.

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 At All In A Humour For Writing; I Must Write On Till I Am.

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.

I Am Not Fond Of The Idea Of My Shrubberies Being Always Approachable.

Look Into Your Own Heart Because Who Looks Outside, Dreams, But Who Looks Inside Awakes.

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

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

Vanity, Not Love, Has Been My Folly.

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

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

Know Your Own Happiness.

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Time, Time Will Heal The Wound.

We All Love To Instruct, Though We Can Teach Only What Is Not Worth Knowing.

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

Oh, Lizzy! Do Anything Rather Than Marry Without Affection.

Were I To Fall In Love, Indeed, It Would Be A Different Thing! But I Never Have Been In Love; It Is Not My Way, Or My Nature; And I Do Not Think I Ever Shall.

Falling In Love

When I Have A House Of My Own, I Shall Be Miserable If I Have Not An Excellent Library.

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

Nobody Minds Having What Is Too Good For Them.

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

What! Would I Be Turned Back From Doing A Thing That I Had Determined To Do, And That I Knew To Be Right, By The Airs And Interference Of Such A Person, Or Any Person I May Say? No, I Have No Idea Of Being So Easily Persuaded. When I Have Made Up My Mind, I Have Made It.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

An Interval Of Meditation, Serious And Grateful, Was The Best Corrective Of Everything Dangerous.

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

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