Jane Austen

He had an affectionate heart. He must love somebody.

But to appear happy when I am so miserable — Oh! who can require it?

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

But there are some situations of the human mind in which good sense has very little power.

But if I were you, I would stand by the nephew. He has more to give.

She was happy, she knew she was happy, and knew she ought to be happy.

Beware how you give your heart.

Mr. Bennet's expectations were fully answered. His cousin was as absurd as he had hoped, and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment.

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.

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

Time, time will heal the wound.

I do suspect that he is not really necessary to my happiness.

A man always imagines a woman to be ready for anybody who asks her.

One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight.

I read it [history] a little as a duty, but it tells me nothing that does not either vex or weary me. The quarrels of popes and kings, with wars or pestilences, in every page; the men all so good for nothing, and hardly any women at all — it is very tiresome: and yet I often think it odd that it should be so dull, for a great deal of it must be invention.

The worst crimes; are the crimes of the heart

It is not every man's fate to marry the woman who loves him best

Evil to some is always good to others

She was nothing more than a mere good-tempered, civil and obliging Young Woman; as such we could scarcely dislike her -- she was only an Object of Contempt

Oh! Single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!

Elizabeth had never been more at a loss to make her feelings appear what they were not. It was necessary to laugh, when she would rather have cried.