What a difference a vowel makes! If his rents were but equal to his rants!
In seasons of cheerfulness, no temper could be more cheerful than hers, or possess, in a greater degree, that sanguine expectation of happiness which is happiness itself.
If the impertinent remarks of Mrs. Jennings are to be the proof of impropriety in conduct, we are all offending every moment of our lives.
The gentleness, modesty, and sweetness of her character were warmly expatiated on; that sweetness which makes so essential a part of every woman’s worth in the judgment of man, that though he sometimes loves where it is not, he can never believe it absent.
No comprendo que en estos tiempos se descuide una biblioteca familiar.
I am ill-qualified to recommend myself to strangers.
I do not pretend to possess equal frankness with your ladyship. You may ask questions which I shall not choose to answer.
I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I love you. Most ardently.
What had she have to wish for? Nothing but to grow more worthy of him whose intentions and judgment had been ever so superior to her own.
You have everybody dearest to you always at hand; I, probably, never shall again; and therefore, till I have outlived all my affections, a post office, I think, must always have power to draw me out in worse weather than today.
Nadie puede estimarse realmente perfecto si no sobrepasa en mucho lo que se encuentra normalmente.
If a young girl does not find adventure at home, then she must look for it abroad.
Why she did not like Jane Fairfax might be a difficult question to answer; Mr. Knightley had once told her it was because she saw in her the really accomplished young woman, which she wanted to be thought herself; and though the accusation had been eagerly refuted at the time, there were moments of self-examination in which her conscience could not quite acquit her.
Their resemblance in good principles and good sense, in disposition and manner of thinking, would probably have been sufficient to unite them in friendship, without any other attraction; but their being in love with two sisters, and two sisters fond of each other, made that mutual regard inevitable and immediate, which might otherwise have waited the effect of time and judgment.
Miss Eliza Bennet,” said Miss Bingley, “despises cards. She is a great reader, and has no pleasure in anything else.
If I mistake not, a strong sense of duty is no bad part of a woman’s portion.
Every noisy evil is missed when it is taken away.
There is no other enjoyment like reading.
She might have made just as good a woman of consequence as Lady Bertram, but Mrs. Norris would have been a more respectable mother of nine children on a small income.
Sometime the worst type of weapon in the world is love.