Men never know when things are dirty or not; women will have their little nonsenses and needless cares.
One cannot creep upon a journey; one cannot help getting on faster than one has planned: and the pleasure of coming in upon one’s friends before the look-out begins is worth a great deal more than any little exertion it needs.
Personal size and mental sorrow have certainly no necessary proportions. A large bulky figure has as good a right to be in deep affliction, as the most graceful set of limbs in the world.
She wanted to be alone. Her mind was in a state of flutter and wonder, which made it impossible for her to be collected. She was in dancing, singing, exclaiming spirits; and till she had moved about, and talked to herself, and laughed and reflected, she could be fit for nothing rational.
Without thinking highly either of men or of matrimony, marriage had always been her object; it was the only honourable provision for well-educated young women of small fortune, and however uncertain of giving happiness, must be their pleasantest preservative from want.
What is passable in youth is detestable in later age.
The most charming young man in the world is instantly before the imagination of us all.
The whole story would have been speedily formed under her active imagination; and every thing established in the most melancholy order of disastrous love.
Deceived in Freindship and Betrayed in Love.
I am not one of those young ladies who are so daring to risk their happiness on the chance of being asked a second time.
Mrs. Norris hitched a breath and went on again.
If I am missed it will appear. I may be discovered by those who want to see me. I shall not be in any doubtful, or distant, or unapproachable region.
Mr. Wickham was the happy man towards whom almost every female eye was turned, and Elizabeth was the happy woman by whom he finally seated himself.
Her mind was less difficult to develop.
One had rather, on such occasions, do too much than too little.
My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.
Poor Edward muttered something; but what it was, nobody knew, not even himself.
Oh! to be sure,” cried Emma, “it is always incomprehensible to a man that a woman should ever refuse an offer of marriage. A man always imagines a woman to be ready for any body who asks her.
I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love.
The hair was curled, and the maid sent away, and Emma sat down to think and be miserable.