I certainly have not the talent which some people possess, of conversing easily with those I have never seen before.
I am determined that only the deepest love will induce me into matrimony. So, I shall end an old maid, and teach your ten children to embroider cushions and play their instruments very ill.
We are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don’t care for.
Those who do not complain are never pitied.
Sometimes one is guided by what they say of themselves, and very frequently by what other people say of them, without giving oneself time to deliberate and judge.” -Elinor Dashwood.
The evening ended with dancing. On its being proposed, Anne offered her services, as usual, and though her eyes would sometimes fill with tears as she sat at the instrument, she was extremely glad to be employed, and desired nothing in return but to be unobserved.
When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.
There could have never been two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.
I often think,” she said, “that there is nothing so bad as parting with one’s friends. One seems to forlorn without them.
Money is the best recipe for happiness.
I certainly must,′ said she. ‘This sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this disinclination to sit down and employ myself, this feeling of everything’s being dull and insipid about the house! I must be in love; I should be the oddest creature in the world if I were not.
A young woman in love always looks like Patience on a monument Smiling at Grief.
The ladies here probably exchanged looks which meant, ‘Men never know when things are dirty or not;’ and the gentlemen perhaps thought each to himself, ‘Women will have their little nonsense and needless cares.
I would much rather have been merry than wise.
Love which did not build a foundation on good sense was doomed.
It taught me to hope,” said he, “as I had scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before.” Mr. Darcy – Pride and Prejudice.
I do think that men can forget a lost love quickly. I know that women would find it much harder.
That is the case with us all, papa. One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.
You have bewitched me body and soul.
When once married people begin to attack me with, ‘Oh! you will think very differently, when you are married,’ I can only say, ‘No I shall not’; and then they say again, ‘Yes you will,’ and there is an end to it.