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You ought certainly to forgive them as a Christian, but never to admit them in your sight, or allow their names to be mentioned in your hearing.
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Perfect happiness, even in memory, is not common.
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Look into your own heart because who looks outside, dreams, but who looks inside awakes.
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She would have liked to know how he felt as to a meeting. Perhaps indifferent, if indifference could exist under such circumstances. He must be either indifferent or unwilling. Has he wished ever to see her again, he need not have waited till this time; he would have done what she could not but believe that in his place she should have done long ago, when events had been early giving him the indepencence which alone had been wanting.
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She tried to be calm, and leave things to take their course; and tried to dwell much on this argument of rational dependence – “Surely, if there be constant attachment on each side, our hearts must understand each other ere long. We are not boy and girl, to be captiously irritable, misled by every moment’s inadvertence, and wantonly playing with our own happiness.” And yet, a few minutes afterwards, she felt as if their being in company with each other, under their present circumstances, could only be exposing them to inadvertencies and misconstructions of the most mischievous kind.
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Now I must give one smirk and then we may be rational again...
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Mrs. Jennings was a widow, with an ample jointure. She had only two daughters, both of whom she had lived to see respectably married, and she had now therefore nothing to do but to marry all the rest of the world.
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I take no leave of you, Miss Bennet: I send no compliments to your mother. You deserve no such attention. I am most seriously displeased.
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I wish I could finish stories as fast as you can. I am much obliged to you for the sight of Olivia, and think you have done for her very well; but the good-for-nothing father, who was the real author of all her faults and sufferings, should not escape unpunished. I hope he hung himself, or took the surname of Bone or underwent some direful penance or other.
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I was quiet but I was not blind.
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If there is any thing disagreeable going on, men are always sure to get out of it.
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Well, my dear," said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, "if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.
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The more I see of the world, the more am i dissatisfied with it; and everyday confirms my belief of the inconsistencies of all human.
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A man who has nothing to do with his own time has no conscience in his intrusion on that of others.
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I think I may boast myself to be, with all possible vanity, the most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress.
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Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything.
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... But he recommended the books which charmed her leisure hours, he encouraged her taste, and corrected her judgment; he made reading useful by talking to her of what she read, and heightened its attraction by judicious praise.
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Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.
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I frequently observe that one pretty face would be followed by five and thirty frights.
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The worst crimes; are the crimes of the heart...
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There was no being displeased with such an encourager, for his admiration made him discern a likeness before it was possible.
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Everybody likes to go their own way–to choose their own time and manner of devotion.
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You men have none of you any hearts.' 'If we have not hearts, we have eyes; and they give us torment enough.
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There are such beings in the world -- perhaps one in a thousand -- as the creature you and I should think perfection; where grace and spirit are united to worth, where the manners are equal to the heart and understanding; but such a person may not come in your way, or, if he does, he may not be the eldest son of a man of fortune, the near relation of your particular friend, and belonging to your own county.