Jane Austen Quotes

Every savage can dance.

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

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

His own enjoyment, or his own ease, was, in every particular, his ruling principle.

Husbands and wives generally understand when opposition will be vain.

I do not cough for my own amusement.

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

If things are going untowardly one month, they are sure to mend the next.

None but a woman can teach the science of herself.

her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.

I should not mind anything at all.

I think him every thing that is worthy and amiable.

By the bye, as I must leave off being young, I find many douceurs in being a sort of chaperon , for I am put on the sofa near the fire and can drink as much wine as I like.

And you are never to stir out of doors till you can prove that you have spent ten minutes of every day in a rational manner.

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

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

I wrote without much effort; for I was rich, and the rich are always respectable, whatever be their style of writing.

Everybody has their taste in noises as well as in other matters; and sounds are quite innoxious, or most distressing, by their sort rather than their quantity.

Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?

We can all begin freely—a slight preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.

I . . . am always half afraid of finding a clever novel too clever--& of finding my own story & my own people all forestalled.

How can you contrive to write so even?

How can I dispose of myself with it?

Everybody's heart is open, you know, when they have recently escaped from severe pain, or are recovering the blessing of health.

I am certainly the most fortunate creature that ever existed!

Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.

She had nothing to wish otherwise, but that the days did not pass so swiftly. It was a delightful visit;-perfect, in being much too short.

How much I love every thing that is decided and open!

Sense will always have attractions for me.

Every young lady may feel for my heroine in this critical moment, for every young lady has at some time or other known the same agitation.

I am happier than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. Mr. Darcy sends you all the love in the world, that he can spare from me.

Brandon is just the kind of man whom every body speaks well of, and nobody cares about; whom all are delighted to see, and nobody remembers to talk to.

It is particularly incumbent on those who never change their opinion, to be secure of judging properly at first.

I am not fond of the idea of my shrubberies being always approachable.

I am rather impatient to know the fate of my best gown.

I would much rather have been merry than wise.

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

When I fall in love, it will be forever.

Is not poetry the food of love?

The wisest and the best of men, nay, the wisest and best of their actions, may be rendered ridiculous by a person whose first object in life is a joke.

You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate seldom to treat people so well as they deserve.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.

An egg boiled very soft is not unwholesome.

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

Evil to some is always good to others

To be claimed as a good, though in an improper style, is at least better than being rejected as no good at all.

to hope was to expect

Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some

Time, time will heal the wound.

Then it would not be so strong a sense. If it failed to produce equal exertion, it could not be an equal conviction.