What one means one day, you know, one may not mean the next. Circumstances change, opinions alter.

I wish I might take this for a compliment; but to be so easily seen through I am afraid is pitiful.

You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

A man who has nothing to do with his own time has no conscience in his intrusion on that of others.

...I will not allow books to prove any thing." "But how shall we prove any thing?" "We never shall.

Had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.

Elinor agreed with it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition.

She knew that when she played she was giving pleasure only to herself; but this was no new sensation

Mr. Knightley, if I have not spoken, it is because I am afraid I will awaken myself from this dream.

A persuadable temper might sometimes be as much in favour of happiness as a very resolute character.

A person who is knowingly bent on bad behavior, gets upset when better behavior is expected of them.

Such squeamish youths as cannot bear to be connected with a little absurdity are not worth a regret.

There is a monsterous deal of stupid quizzing, & common-place nonsense talked, but scarcely any wit.

Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?

The most incomprehensible thing in the world to a man, is a woman who rejects his offer of marriage!

Indeed, I am very sorry to be right in this instance. I would much rather have been merry than wise.

How horrible it is to have so many people killed! And what a blessing that one cares for none of them!

She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy"... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.

There is hardly any personal defect... which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.

She [Mary I] married Philip King of Spain, who in her sister's reign, was famous for building Armadas.

If a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavour to conceal it, he must find it out." -Elizabeth

The truth is, that in London it is always a sickly season. Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.

The stream is as good as at first; the little rubbish it collects in the turnings is easily moved away.

To you I shall say, as I have often said before, Do not be in a hurry, the right man will come at last.

I have no pretensions whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man.

All the privilege I claim for my own sex ... is that of loving longest, when existence or hope is gone.

One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.

that you seemed almost as fearful of notice and praise as other women were of neglect. (Edmund to Fanny)

My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?

Surprises are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable.

Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can.

He certainly is very agreeable, and I give you leave to like him. You have liked many a stupider person.

In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided between the sexes.

I am not born to sit still and do nothing. If I lose the game, it shall not be from not striving for it.

Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.

She was convinced that she could have been happy with him, when it was no longer likely they should meet.

Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience- or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope.

Vanity was the beginning and the end of Sir Walter Elliot's character; vanity of person and of situation.

We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.

Oh! write, write. Finish it at once. Let there be an end of this suspense. Fix, commit, condemn yourself.

A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.

You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have never acknowledged.

A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

One likes to hear what is to be going on, to be au fair with the newest modes of being trifling and silly.

Marianne was silent; it was impossible for her to say what she did not feel, however trivial the occasion.

The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.

Where a man does his best with only moderate powers, he will have the advantage over negligent superiority.

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