Do not deceive yourself; do not be run away with by gratitude and compassion.
Do not deceive yourself; do not be run away with by gratitude and compassion.
I would much rather have been merry than wise.
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.
Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing; but I have never been in love ; it is not my way, or my nature; and I do not think I ever shall.
Even pleasure, you know, is fatiguing…
It has sunk him, I cannot say how much it has sunk him in my opinion. So unlike what a man should be!-None of that upright integrity, that strict adherence to truth and principle, that distain of trick and littleness, which a man should display in every transaction of his life.
Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another!
What a blessing it is, when undue influence does not survive the grave!
Every body else had something to say; every body was either surprised or not surprised, and had some question to ask, or some comfort to offer.
It is not every man's fate to marry the woman who loves him best
She did not really like her. She would not be in a hurry to find fault, but she suspected that there was no elegance, ease, but not elegance... Her person was rather good; her face not unpretty; but neither feature nor air, nor voice, nor manner were elegant.
Where shall we see a better daughter, or a kinder sister, or a truer friend?
Every thing was to take its natural course, however, neither impelled nor assisted.
It is only by seeing women in their own homes, among their own set, just as they always are, that you can form any just judgment. Short of that, it is all guess and luck-and will generally be ill-luck. How many a man has committed himself on a short acquaintance, and rued it all the rest of his life!
She regained the street--happy in this, that though much had been forced on her against her will, though she had in fact heard the whole substance of Jane Fairfax's letter, she had been able to escape the letter itself.
Where the waters do agree, it is quite wonderful the relief they give.
Fine dancing, I believe, like virtue, must be its own reward.
It was foolish, it was wrong, to take so active a part in bringing any two people together.
She was happy, she knew she was happy, and knew she ought to be happy.
Where the wound had been given, there must the cure be found, if any where.
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