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Woe Betide Him, And Her Too, When It Comes To Things Of Consequence, When They Are Placed In Circumstances Requiring Fortitude And Strength Of Mind, If She Have Not Resolution Enough To Resist Idle Interference ... It Is The Worst Evil Of Too Yielding And Indecisive A Character, That No Influence Over It Can Be Depended On. You Are Never Sure Of A Good Impression Being Durable; Everybody May Sway It. Let Those Who Would Be Happy Be Firm.

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Woe Betide Him, And

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Woe Betide Him, And Her Too, When It Comes To Things Of Consequence, When They Are Placed In Circumstances Requiring Fortitude And Strength Of Mind, If She Have Not Resolution Enough To Resist Idle Interference ... It Is The Worst Evil Of Too Yielding And Indecisive A Character, That No Influence Over It Can Be Depended On. You Are Never Sure Of A Good Impression Being Durable; Everybody May Sway It. Let Those Who Would Be Happy Be Firm.

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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.

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

Know Your Own Happiness. You Want Nothing But Patience- Or Give It A More Fascinating Name, Call It Hope.

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

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

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.

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Where An Opinion Is General, It Is Usually Correct.

We Have All A Better Guide In Ourselves, If We Would Attend To It, Than Any Other Person Can Be.

She Was Stronger Alone; And Her Own Good Sense So Well Supported Her, That Her Firmness Was As Unshaken, Her Appearance Of Cheerfulness As Invariable, As, With Regrets So Poignant And So Fresh, It Was Possible For Them To Be.

What Are Men To Rocks And Mountains?

It Was Absolutely Necessary To Interrupt Him Now.

None But A Woman Can Teach The Science Of Herself.

If I Could But Know His Heart, Everything Would Become Easy.

It May Be Possible To Do Without Dancing Entirely. Instances Have Been Known Of Young People Passing Many, Many Months Successively Without Being At Any Ball Of Any Description, And No Material Injury Accrue Either To Body Or Mind.

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Not Keep A Journal! How Are Your Absent Cousins To Understand The Tenor Of Your Life In Bath Without One? How Are The Civilities And Compliments Of Every Day To Be Related As They Ought To Be, Unless Noted Down Every Evening In A Journal? How Are Your Various Dresses To Be Remembered, And The Particular State Of Your Complexion, And Curl Of Your Hair To Be Described In All Their Diversities, Without Having Constant Recourse To A Journal?

Let No One Presume To Give The Feelings Of A Young Woman On Receiving The Assurance Of That Affection Of Which She Has Scarcely Allowed Herself To Entertain A Hope.

Had I Not Been Bound To Silence I Could Have Provided Proof Enough Of A Broken Heart, Even For You.

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.

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

I Am Only Resolved To Act In That Manner, Which Will, In My Own Opinion, Constitute My Happiness, Without Reference To You, Or To Any Person So Wholly Unconnected With Me.

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A Natural Sequel Of An Unnatural Beginning.

Could There Be Finer Symptoms? Is Not General Incivility The Very Essence Of Love?

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The Post-office Is A Wonderful Establishment! The Regularity And Dispatch Of It! If One Thinks Of All That It Has To Do, And All That It Does So Well, It Is Really Astonishing!

... 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.

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.

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

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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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..that Sanguine Expectation Of Happiness Which Is Happiness Itself

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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.

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I Consider A Country-dance As An Emblem Of Marriage. Fidelity And Complaisance Are The Principle Duties Of Both; And Those Men Who Do Not Choose To Dance Or To Marry Them Selves, Have No Business With The Partners Or Wives Of The Neighbors.

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

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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.

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.

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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.

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

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She Had Nothing To Do But To Forgive Herself And Be Happier Than Ever.

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

Business, You Know, May Bring You Money, But Friendship Hardly Ever Does.

There Is A Monsterous Deal Of Stupid Quizzing, & Common-place Nonsense Talked, But Scarcely Any Wit.

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

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.

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

...when Pain Is Over, The Remembrance Of It Often Becomes A Pleasure.

How Little Of Permanent Happiness Could Belong To A Couple Who Were Only Brought Together Because Their Passions Were Stronger Than Their Virtue.

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.

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An Annuity Is A Very Serious Business.

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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.

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.

But Shakespeare One Gets Acquainted With Without Knowing How. It Is A Part Of An Englishman's Constitution. His Thoughts And Beauties Are So Spread Abroad That One Touches Them Everywhere; One Is Intimate With Him By Instinct. No Man Of Any Brain Can Open At A Good Part Of One Of His Plays Without Falling Into The Flow Of His Meaning Immediately.

Give Me But A Little Cheerful Company, Let Me Only Have The Company Of The People I Love, Let Me Only Be Where I Like And With Whom I Like, And The Devil May Take The Rest, Say I.

There Seemed A Gulf Impassable Between Them.

Time Will Explain.

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.

Wickedness Is Always Wickedness, But Folly Is Not Always Folly.

An Agreeable Manner May Set Off Handsome Features, But Can Never Alter Plain Ones.

The Sooner Every Party Breaks Up The Better.

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.

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

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.

And Now I May Dismiss My Heroine To The Sleepless Couch, Which Is The True Heroine's Portion - To A Pillow Strewed With Thorns And Wet With Tears. And Lucky May She Think Herself, If She Get Another Good Night's Rest In The Course Of The Next Three Months.

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

When The Evening Was Over, Anne Could Not Be Amused…nor Could She Help Fearing, On More Serious Reflection, That, Like Many Other Great Moralists And Preachers, She Had Been Eloquent On A Point In Which Her Own Conduct Would Ill Bear Examination.

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.

I Do Suspect That He Is Not Really Necessary To My Happiness.

A Persuadable Temper Might Sometimes Be As Much In Favour Of Happiness As A Very Resolute Character.

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.

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.

Perfect Happiness, Even In Memory, Is Not Common.

And Pictures Of Perfection, As You Know, Make Me Sick And Wicked.

Oh!” Said She, “i Heard You Before, But I Could Not Immediately Determine What To Say In Reply. You Wanted Me, I Know, To Say ‘yes,’ That You Might Have The Pleasure Of Despising My Taste; But I Always Delight In Overthrowing Those Kind Of Schemes, And Cheating A Person Of Their Premeditated Contempt. I Have, Therefore Made Up My Mind To Tell You, That I Do Not Want To Dance A Reel At All--and Now Despise Me If You Dare.” “indeed I Do Not Dare.

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; . . .

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.

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

How Quick Come The Reasons For Approving What We Like!

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

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.

Angry People Are Not Always Wise.

Goldsmith Tells Us, That When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly, She Has Nothing To Do But To Die; And When She Stoops To Be Disagreeable, It Is Equally To Be Recommended As A Clearer Of Ill-fame.

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.

There Was No Being Displeased With Such An Encourager, For His Admiration Made Him Discern A Likeness Before It Was Possible.

Lady Sondes' Match Surprises, But Does Not Offend Me; Had Her First Marriage Been Of Affection, Or Had Their Been A Grown-updaughter, I Should Not Have Forgiven Her; But I Consider Everybody As Having A Right To Marry Once In Their Lives For Love, If They Can.

And Your Defect Is A Propensity To Hate Everybody." "and Yours," He Replied With A Smile, "is Willfully To Misunderstand Them.

[mrs. Allen Was] Never Satisfied With The Day Unless She Spent The Chief Of It By The Side Of Mrs. Thorpe, In What They Called Conversation, But In Which There Was Scarcely Ever Any Exchange Of Opinion, And Not Often Any Resemblance Of Subject, For Mrs. Thorpe Talked Chiefly Of Her Children, And Mrs. Allen Of Her Gowns.

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

You Must Be The Best Judge Of Your Own Happiness.

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

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.

No: The Years Which Had Destroyed Her Youth And Bloom Had Only Given Him A More Glowing, Manly, Open Look, In No Respect Lessening His Personal Advantages. She Had Seen The Same Frederick Wentworth.

He Was Not An Ill-disposed Young Man, Unless To Be Rather Cold Hearted, And Rather Selfish, Is To Be Ill-disposed.

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.

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 Nothing I Would Not Do For Those Who Are Really My Friends. I Have No Notion Of Loving People By Halves, It Is Not My Nature.

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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?

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 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.

Those Who Do Not Complain Are Never Pitied.

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

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

Sometimes One Is Guided By What They Say Of Themselves, And Very Frequently By What Other People Say Of Them, Without Giving Oneself Time To Deliberate And Judge." -elinor Dashwood

To Sit In The Shade On A Fine Day And Look Upon Verdure Is The Most Perfect Refreshment.

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

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

Perfect Happiness

Eleanor Went To Her Room "where She Was Free To Think And Be Wretched.

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

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

Do You Not Want To Know Who Has Taken It?" Cried His Wife Impatiently.

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

That Is What I Like; That Is What A Young Man Ought To Be. Whatever Be His Pursuits, His Eagerness In Them Should Know No Moderation, And Leave Him No Sense Of Fatigue.

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.

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

Every Moment Had Its Pleasure And Its Hope.

It Is Very Well Worthwhile To Be Tormented For Two Or Three Years Of One's Life, For The Sake Of Being Able To Read All The Rest Of It.

Sense Will Always Have Attractions For Me.

Which Of All My Important Nothings Shall I Tell You First?

Single Women Have A Dreadful Propensity For Being Poor. Which Is One Very Strong Argument In Favor Of Matrimony.

It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us.

Do Not Give Way To Useless Alarm; Though It Is Right To Be Prepared For The Worst, There Is No Occasion To Look On It As Certain.

The Family Of Dashwood Had Long Been Settled In Sussex. Their Estate Was Large, And Their Residence Was At Norland Park, In The Centre Of Their Property, Where, For Many Generations, They Had Lived In So Respectable A Manner As To Engage The General Good Opinion Of Their Surrounding Acquaintance. The Late Owner Of This Estate Was A Single Man, Who Lived To A Very Advanced Age, And Who For Many Years Of His Life, Had A Constant Companion And Housekeeper In His Sister.

I Will Not Adopt That Ungenerous And Impolitic Custom So Common With Novel Writers, Of Degrading By Their Contemptuous Censure The Very Performances, To The Number Of Which They Are Themselves Adding?joining With Their Greatest Enemies In Bestowing The Harshest Epithets On Such Works, And Scarcely Ever Permitting Them To Be Read By Their Own Heroine, Who, If She Accidentally Take Up A Novel, Is Sure To Turn Over Its Insipid Leaves With Disgust.

I Am The Happiest Creature In The World. Perhaps Other People Have Said So Before, But Not One With Such Justice. I Am Happier Even Than Jane; She Only Smiles, I Laugh.

Evil To Some Is Always Good To Others

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.

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

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If Any One Faculty Of Our Nature May Be Called More Wonderful Than The Rest, I Do Think It Is Memory. There Seems Something More Speakingly Incomprehensible In The Powers, The Failures, The Inequalities Of Memory, Than In Any Other Of Our Intelligences. The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient; At Others, So Bewildered And So Weak; And At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control! We Are, To Be Sure, A Miracle Every Way; But Our Powers Of Recollecting And Of Forgetting Do Seem Peculiarly Past Finding Out.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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