Could he ever be tolerably happy with Lucy Steele; could he, were his affection for herself out of the question, with his integrity, his delicacy, and well-informed mind, be satisfied with a wife like her – illiterate, artful, and selfish?
But to expose the former faults of any person without knowing what their present feelings were, seemed unjustifiable.
But we must stem the tide of malice, and pour into the wounded bosoms of each other the balm of sisterly consolation.
It was a remainder of former sentiment; it was an impulse of pure, though unacknowledged friendship; it was a proof of his own warm and amiable heart, which she could not contemplate without emotions so compounded of pleasure and pain, that she knew not which prevailed.
Engaged to Mr. Collins! My dear Charlotte – impossible!
We all love to instruct, though we can teach only what is not worth knowing. Forgive me; and if you persist in indifference, do not make me your confidante.
The commonest, dullest, most threadbare topic might be rendered interesting by the skill of the speaker.
He had never been an unhappy man; his own temper had secured him from that, even in his first marriage; but his second must shew him how delightful a well-judging and truly amiable woman could be, and must give him the pleasantest proof of its being a great deal better to choose than to be chosen, to excite gratitude than to feel it. He.
Her word had no weight; her convenience was always to give way.
These bitter accusations might have been suppressed, had I, with greater policy, concealed my struggles, and flattered you into the belief of my being impelled by unqualified, unalloyed inclination; by reason, by reflection, by everything. But disguise of every sort is my abhorrence.
That is a failing indeed!” cried Elizabeth. “Implacable resentment is a shade in a character. But you have chosen your fault well. I really cannot laugh at it. You are safe from me.” “There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil – a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.” “And your defect is to hate everybody.” “And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is willfully to misunderstand them.” “Do.
Her feelings were very acute, and too little understood to be properly attended to. Nobody meant to be unkind, but nobody put themselves out of their way to secure her comfort.
I have been used to the gratification of believing myself to earn every blessing that I enjoyed. I have valued myself on honourable toils and just rewards. Like other great men under reverses, I must endeavour to subdue my mind to my fortune. I must learn to brook being happier than I deserve.
Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery. I quit such odious subjects as soon as I can.
Pero mi locura no ha sido el amor sino la vanidad”.
I am no indiscriminate novel reader.
Broken hearts, unrequited love and inconsolable misery are subjects which, most fortunately, I have only ever read in books.
Everybody allows that the talent of writing agreeable letters is pecuiliarly female. Nature may have done something, but I am sure it must be essentially assisted by the practice of keeping a journal.
What harm could there be in returning smile for smile and in allowing the most charming man she had ever met to conquer the few remaining corners of her heart where common sense retained a last fleeting hold?
I do not have the talent of conversing easily with people I have never met before.