Jane Austen Quotes - Page 4

Perfect felicity is not the property of mortals, and no one has a right to expect uninterrupted happiness.

The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.

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

She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned romance as she grew older: the natural sequel of an unnatural beginning.

my good qualities are under your protection, and you are to exaggerate them as much as possible; and, in return, it belongs to me to find occasion for teasing and quarreling with you as often as may be...

Have you any other objection than your belief of my indifference?"

- Elizabeth Bennet

We must not be so ready to fancy ourselves intentionally injured. We must not expect a lively young man to be always so guarded and circumspect. It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us. Women fancy admiration means more than it does.

But I hate to hear you talking so like a fine gentleman, and as if women were all fine ladies, instead of rational creatures. We none of us expect to be in smooth water all our days.

I can feel no sentiment of approbation inferior to love.

no hay que desesperar de lograr aquello que deseamos, pues la asiduidad, si es constante, consigue el fin que se propone...

Te aseguro que no soy de las que quieren a medias. Mis sentimientos siempre son profundos y arraigados"...

It is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. I talked about the dance, and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room, or the number of couples.

My idea of good company is the company of clever, well-informed people who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company.

To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect

Every moment has its pleasures and its hope.

but a sanguine temper, though for ever expecting more good than occurs, does not always pay for its hopes by any proportionate depression. it soon flies over the present failure, and begins to hope again.

…told herself likewise not to hope. But it was too late. Hope had already entered…

I frequently observe that one pretty face would be followed by five and thirty frights.

I have been used to consider poetry as "the food of love" said Darcy.

"Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is
strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I
am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.

she thought it was the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly, were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly.