What is right to be done cannot be done too soon.
Indeed, I am very sorry to be right in this instance. I would much rather have been merry than wise.
A fondness for reading, properly directed, must be an education in itself.
I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other.
I lay it down as a general rule, Harriet, that if a woman doubts as to whether she should accept a man or not, she certainly ought to refuse him.
Stupid men are the only ones worth knowing after all.
They parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.
You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.
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...
One cannot fix one’s eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.
Do not consider me now as an elegant female intending to plague you, but as a rational creature speaking the truth from her heart.
A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.
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.
To you I shall say, as I have often said before, Do not be in a hurry, the right man will come at last...
And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.
You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.
There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.
If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy.
She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned romance as she grew older: the natural sequel of an unnatural beginning.
I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.