How ill I have written. I begin to hate myself.
Luck which so often defies anticipation in matrimonial affairs, giving attraction to what is moderate rather than to what is superior.
Her resentment of such behaviour, her indignation at having been its dupe, for a short time made her feel only for herself.
Happiness must preclude false indulgence and physic.
Miss Bennet was therefore established as a sweet girl, and their brother felt authorized by such a commendation to think of her as he chose.
Well, here we are at the passage. Two steps, Jane, take care of the two steps. Oh! no, there is but one. Well, I was persuaded there were two. How very odd! I was convinced there were two, and there is but one.
Mrs. Jennings wrote to tell the wonderful tale, to vent her honest indignation against the jilting girl, and pour forth her compassion towards poor Mr. Edward, who, she was sure, had quite doted upon the worthless hussy...
I abhor every common-place phrase by which wit is intended.
Only think of Mrs. Holder’s being dead! Poor woman, she has done the only thing in the world she could possibly do to make one cease to abuse her.
She was of course only too good for him; but as nobody minds having what is too good for them, he was very steadily earnest in the pursuit of the blessing, and it was not possible that encouragement from her should be long wanting.
Mr. Palmer does not hear me,” said she, laughing, “he never does sometimes. It is so ridiculous!
There is hardly any personal defect”, replied Anne, “which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to”.
Common sense, common care, common prudence, were all sunk in Mrs. Dashwood’s romantic delicacy.
THIS little work was finished in the year 1803, and intended for immediate publication.
May I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment or are the result of previous study?
I see no occasion for that. You and the girls may go, or you may send them by themselves, which perhaps will be still better, for as you are as handsome as any of them, Mr. Bingley may like you the best of the party.
No,” said he, smiling, “that is no subject of regret at all. I have no pleasure in seeing my friends, unless I can believe myself fit to be seen.
I must endeavor to subdue my mind to my fortune. I must learn to brook being happier than I deserve.
Cuando se tiene poco seso la vanidad llega a causar toda clase de desgracias.
I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these twenty years at least.