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You, Of All People, Deserve A Happy Ending Despite Everything That Happened To You, You Aren't Bitter You Aren't Cold You've Just Retreated A Little And Been Shy, And That's Okay If I Were A Fairy Godmother, I Would Give You Your Heart's Desire In An Instant And I Would Wipe Away Your Tears And Tell You Not To Cry "a Large Income Is The Best Recipe For Happiness I Ever Heard Of"

-Jane Austen

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You, Of All People,

Jane Austen

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You, Of All People, Deserve A Happy Ending Despite Everything That Happened To You, You Aren't Bitter You Aren't Cold You've Just Retreated A Little And Been Shy, And That's Okay If I Were A Fairy Godmother, I Would Give You Your Heart's Desire In An Instant And I Would Wipe Away Your Tears And Tell You Not To Cry "a Large Income Is The Best Recipe For Happiness I Ever Heard Of"

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

The Younger Brother Must Help To Pay For The Pleasures Of The Elder.

He Had An Affectionate Heart. He Must Love Somebody.

A Woman, Especially, If She Have The Misfortune Of Knowing Anything, Should Conceal It As Well As She Can.

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Now I Must Give One Smirk And Then We May Be Rational Again

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.

He Certainly Is Very Agreeable, And I Give You Leave To Like Him. You Have Liked Many A Stupider Person.

I Certainly Have Not The Talent Which Some People Possess," Said Darcy, "of Conversing Easily With Those I Have Never Seen Before. I Cannot Catch Their Tone Of Conversation, Or Appear Interested In Their Concerns, As I Often See Done.

There Is Nothing Like Employment, Active Indispensable Employment, For Relieving Sorrow. Employment, Even Melancholy, May Dispel Melancholy.

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.

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

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

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

It Has Been Coming On So Gradually, That I Hardly Know When It Began. But I Believe I Must Date It From My First Seeing His Beautiful Grounds At Pemberley.

A Man Would Always Wish To Give A Woman A Better Home Than The One He Takes Her From; And He Who Can Do It, Where There Is No Doubt Of Her Regard, Must, I Think, Be The Happiest Of Mortals.

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope. Tell Me Not That I Am Too Late, That Such Precious Feelings Are Gone For Ever.

If I Loved You Less, I Might Be Able To Talk About It More.

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

Let Us Have No Ranting Tragedies. Too Many Charactersnot A Tolerable Woman's Part In The Play.

A Single Woman, Of Good Fortune, Is Always Respectable, And May Be As Sensible And Pleasant As Any Body Else.

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

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.

A Sick Child Is Always The Mother's Property; Her Own Feelings Generally Make It So.

Whatever Bears Affinity To Cunning Is Despicable.

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

Fine Dancing, I Believe Like Virtue, Must Be Its Own Reward. Those Who Are Standing By Are Usually Thinking Of Something Very Different.

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

A Lady, Without A Family, Was The Very Best Preserver Of Furniture In The World.

Oh! Do Not Attack Me With Your Watch. A Watch Is Always Too Fast Or Too Slow. I Cannot Be Dictated To By A Watch.

Where A Man Does His Best With Only Moderate Powers, He Will Have The Advantage Over Negligent Superiority.

She Is Loveliness Itself.

If There Is Any Thing Disagreeable Going On, Men Are Always Sure To Get Out Of It.

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A Man Always Imagines A Woman To Be Ready For Anybody Who Asks Her.

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A Man . . . Must Have A Very Good Opinion Of Himself When He Asks People To Leave Their Own Fireside, And Encounter Such A Day As This, For The Sake Of Coming To See Him. He Must Think Himself A Most Agreeable Fellow.

Emma Woodhouse, Handsome, Clever, And Rich, With A Comfortable Home And Happy Disposition, Seemed To Unite Some Of The Best Blessings Of Existence; And Had Lived Nearly Twenty-one Years In The World With Very Little To Distress Or Vex Her.

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A Scheme Of Which Every Part Promises Delight, Can Never Be Successful; And General Disappointment Is Only Warded Off By The Defence Of Some Little Peculiar Vexation.

Catherine [...] Enjoyed Her Usual Happiness With Henry Tilney, Listening With Sparkling Eyes To Everything He Said; And, In Finding Him Irresistible, Becoming So Herself.

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.

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All The Privilege I Claim For My Own Sex ... Is That Of Loving Longest, When Existence Or Hope Is Gone.

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Life Seems But A Quick Succession Of Busy Nothings.

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Are The Shades Of Pemberley To Be Thus Polluted?

But To Appear Happy When I Am So Miserable — Oh! Who Can Require It?

An Interval Of Meditation, Serious And Grateful, Was The Best Corrective Of Everything Dangerous In Such A High-wrought Felicity; And She Went To Her Room, And Grew Steadfast And Fearless In The Thankfulness Of Her Enjoyment.

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She Was Without Any Power, Because She Was Without Any Desire Of Command Over Herself.

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Trusting That You Will Some Time Or Other Do Me Greater Justice Than You Can Do Now.

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Till This Moment I Never Knew Myself.

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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.

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

Her Family Had Of Late Been Exceedingly Fluctuating. For Many Years Of Her Life She Had Had Two Sons; But The Crime And Annihilation Of Edward A Few Weeks Ago, Had Robbed Her Of One; The Similar Annihilation Of Robert Had Left Her For A Fortnight Without Any; And Now, By The Resurrection Of Edward, She Had One Again.

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.

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... 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.

I Have Read Your Book, And I Disapprove.

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

If Any Young Men Come For Mary Or Kitty, Send Them In, For I Am Quite As Leisure.

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.

I Have Frequently Detected Myself In Such Kind Of Mistakes... In A Total Misapprehension Of Character At Some Point Or Other: Fancying People So Much More Gay Or Grave, Or Ingenious Or Stupid Than They Really Are, And I Can Hardly Tell Why, Or In What The Deception Originated. Sometimes One Is Guided By What Other People Say Of Them, Without Giving Oneself Time To Deliberate And Judge.

You Showed Me How Insufficient Were All My Pretensions To Please A Woman Worthy Of Being Pleased.

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

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.

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

Her Form, Though Not So Correct As Her Sister's, In Having The Advantage Of Height, Was More Striking; And Her Face Was So Lovely, That When In The Common Cant Of Praise She Was Called A Beautiful Girl, Truth Was Less Violently Outraged Than Usually Happens.

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

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

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.

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.

He Is Also Handsome," Replied Elizabeth, "which A Young Man Ought Likewise To Be, If He Possibly Can. His Character Is Thereby Complete.

Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! Worse Than Cold-hearted! Ashamed Of Being Otherwise.--marianne Dashwood

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.

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.

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.

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

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

Every Savage Can Dance.

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

There Are Certainly Not So Many Men Of Large Fortune In The World, As There Are Pretty Women To Deserve Them.

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

No One Who Had Ever Seen Catherine Morland In Her Infancy, Would Have Supposed Her Born To Be A Heroine... But From Fifteen To Seventeen She Was In Training For A Heroine.

But Are They All Horrid, Are You Sure They Are All Horrid? [referring To Gothic Novels, Fashionable In England At The Beginning Of The 19th Century, But Frowned Upon In Polite Society.]

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.

Almost Anything Is Possible With Time

Anything Is Possible

Grant Us Peace, Almighty Father, So To Pray As To Deserve To Be Heard.

We Must Not Be So Ready To Fancy Ourselves Intentionally Injured. We Must Not Expect A Lively Young Man To Be Always So Guarded And Circumspect. It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us. Women Fancy Admiration Means More Than It Does.

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

I Have Not A Doubt Of Your Doing Very Well Together. Your Tempers Are By No Means Unlike. You Are Each Of You So Complying, That Nothing Will Ever Be Resolved On; So Easy, That Every Servant Will Cheat You; And So Generous, That You Will Always Exceed Your Income.

I Declare After All There Is No Enjoyment Like Reading! How Much Sooner One Tires Of Any Thing Than Of A Book! -- When I Have A House Of My Own, I Shall Be Miserable If I Have Not An Excellent Library.

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.

There Seems Almost A General Wish Of Descrying The Capacity And Undervaluing The Labour Of The Novelist, And Of Slighting The Performances Which Have Only Genius, Wit, And Taste To Recommend Them.

To Take A Dislike To A Young Man, Only Because He Appeared To Be Of A Different Disposition From Himself, Was Unworthy The Real Liberality Of Mind

Maybe It’s That I Find It Hard To Forgive The Follies And Vices Of Others, Or Their Offenses Against Me. My Good Opinion, Once Lost, Is Lost Forever.

My Ideas Flow So Rapidly That I Have Not Time To Express Them──by Which Means My Letters Sometimes Convey No Ideas At All To My Correspondents.

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

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.

An Artist Cannot Do Anything Slovenly.

One Can Never Have Too Large A Party.

“i Often Think,” Said She, “that There Is Nothing So Bad As Parting With One's Friends. One Seems So Forlorn Without Them.”

This Is An Evening Of Wonders, Indeed!

She Was Feeling, Thinking, Trembling About Everything; Agitated, Happy, Miserable, Infinitely Obliged, Absolutely Angry.

The Distance Is Nothing When One Has A Motive.

Pride And Prejudice Pride

And To All This She Must Yet Add Something More Substantial, In The Improvement Of Her Mind By Extensive Reading.

Lovely & Too Charming Fair One, Notwithstanding Your Forbidding Squint, Your Greazy Tresses & Your Swelling Back, Which Are More Frightful Than Imagination Can Paint Or Pen Describe, I Cannot Refrain From Expressing My Raptures, At The Engaging Qualities Of Your Mind, Which So Amply Atone For The Horror, With Which Your First Appearance Must Ever Inspire The Unwary Visitor.

Men Have Had Every Advantage Of Us In Telling Their Own Story. Education Has Been Theirs In So Much Higher A Degree; The Pen Has Been In Their Hands. I Will Not Allow Books To Prove Anything.

I Will Not Say That Your Mulberry Trees Are Dead; But I Am Afraid They're Not Alive.

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.

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.

Where Any One Body Of Educated Men, Of Whatever Denomination, Are Condemned Indiscriminately, There Must Be A Deficiency Of Information, Or...of Something Else.

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

But There Are Some Situations Of The Human Mind In Which Good Sense Has Very Little Power.

To Love Is To Burn, To Be On Fire.

A Large Income Is The Best Recipe For Happiness I Ever Heard Of.

Do You Talk By Rule, Then, While You Are Dancing?" Sometimes. One Must Speak A Little, You Know. It Would Look Odd To Be Entirely Silent For Half An Hour Together, And Yet For The Advantage Of Some, Conversation Ought To Be So Arranged As That They May Have The Trouble Of Saying As Little As Possible.

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

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.

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.

I May Have Lost My Heart, But Not My Self-control.

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.

[w]here Other Powers Of Entertainment Are Wanting, The True Philosopher Will Derive Benefit From Such As Are Given.

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

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.

There Is A Quickness Of Perception In Some, A Nicety In The Discernment Of Character, A Natural Penetration, In Short, Which No Experience In Others Can Equal.

..that Sanguine Expectation Of Happiness Which Is Happiness Itself

It Isn't What We Say Or Think That Defines Us, But What We Do.

But If I Were You, I Would Stand By The Nephew. He Has More To Give.

The Sooner Every Party Breaks Up The Better.

They Parted At Last With Mutual Civility, And Possibly A Mutual Desire Of Never Meeting Again.

She Wished Such Words Unsaid With All Her Heart

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

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.

A Mr. (save, Perhaps, Some Half Dozen In The Nation,) Always Needs A Note Of Explanation.

One Likes To Hear What Is To Be Going On, To Be Au Fair With The Newest Modes Of Being Trifling And Silly.

It Was Absolutely Necessary To Interrupt Him Now.

From Politics It Was An Easy Step To Silence.

Success Supposes Endeavour.

Elinor Could Sit Still No Longer. She Almost Ran Out Of The Room, And As Soon As The Door Was Closed, Burst Into Tears Of Joy, Which At First She Thought Would Never Cease.

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?

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

I Am Sure," Cried Catherine, "i Did Not Mean To Say Anything Wrong; But It Is A Nice Book, And Why Should Not I Call It So?" "very True," Said Henry, "and This Is A Very Nice Day, And We Are Taking A Very Nice Walk, And You Are Two Very Nice Young Ladies. Oh! It Is A Very Nice Word Indeed! It Does For Everything. Originally Perhaps It Was Applied Only To Express Neatness, Propriety, Delicacy, Or Refinement—people Were Nice In Their Dress, In Their Sentiments, Or Their Choice. But Now Every Commendation On Every Subject Is Comprised In That One Word.

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

I Assure You. I Have No Notion Of Treating Men With Such Respect. That Is The Way To Spoil Them.

The Less Said The Better.

Know Your Own Happiness.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

I Have Never Yet Known What It Was To Separate Esteem From Love

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

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.

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.

Mary Wished To Say Something Very Sensible, But Knew Not How.

I Do Not Find It Easy To Talk To People I Don't Know.

We Certainly Do Not Forget You As Soon As You Forget Us. It Is, Perhaps, Our Fate Rather Than Our Merit. We Cannot Help Ourselves. We Live At Home, Quiet, Confined, And Our Feelings Prey Upon Us. You Are Forced On Exertion. You Have Always A Profession, Pursuits, Business Of Some Sort Or Other, To Take You Back Into The World Immediately, And Continual Occupation And Change Soon Weaken Impressions.

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.

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Everybody's Heart Is Open, You Know, When They Have Recently Escaped From Severe Pain, Or Are Recovering The Blessing Of Health.

Fortunately For Those Who Pay Their Court Through Such Foibles, A Fond Mother, Though, In Pursuit Of Praise For Her Children, The Most Rapacious Of Human Beings, Is Likewise The Most Credulous; Her Demands Are Exorbitant; But She Will Swallow Any Thing.

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.

Oh! Write, Write. Finish It At Once. Let There Be An End Of This Suspense. Fix, Commit, Condemn Yourself.

I Cannot Fix On The Hour, Or The Spot, Or The Look Or The Words, Which Laid The Foundation. It Is Too Long Ago. I Was In The Middle Before I Knew That I Had Begun.

Dress Is At All Times A Frivolous Distinction, And Excessive Solicitude About It Often Destroys Its Own Aim.

Every Moment Had Its Pleasure And Its Hope.

Everybody Has Their Taste In Noises As Well As In Other Matters; And Sounds Are Quite Innoxious, Or Most Distressing, By Their Sort Rather Than Their Quantity.

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.

You Must Be The Best Judge Of Your Own Happiness.

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

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

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.

One Cannot Know What A Man Really Is By The End Of A Fortnight.

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