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If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory. There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences. The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient; at others, so bewildered and so weak; and at others again, so tyrannic, so beyond control! We are, to be sure, a miracle every way; but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting do seem peculiarly past finding out.
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We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.
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...there is not one in a hundred of either sex, who is not taken in when they marry. ... it is, of all transactions, the one in which people expect most from others, and are least honest themselves.
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Have you any other objection than your belief of my indifference?
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The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.
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What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.
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In a letter from Bath to her sister, Cassandra, one senses her frustration at her sheltered existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.
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I have read your book, and I disapprove.
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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of someone or other of their daughters.
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What is right to be done cannot be done too soon.
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Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery. I quit such odious subjects as soon as I can, impatient to restore everybody not greatly in fault themselves to tolerable comfort, and to have done with all the rest.
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You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.
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I am only resolved to act in that manner, which will, in my own opinion, constitute my happiness, without reference to you, or to any person so wholly unconnected with me.
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She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.
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Dress is at all times a frivolous distinction, and excessive solicitude about it often destroys its own aim.
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A man would always wish to give a woman a better home than the one he takes her from; and he who can do it, where there is no doubt of her regard, must, I think, be the happiest of mortals.
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They were within twenty yards of each other, and so abrupt was his appearance, that it was impossible to avoid his sight. Their eyes instantly met, and the cheeks of each were overspread with the deepest blush. He absolutely started, and for a moment seemed immoveable from surprise; but shortly recovering himself, advanced towards the party, and spoke to Elizabeth, if not in terms of perfect composure, at least of perfect civility.
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A Mr. (save, perhaps, some half dozen in the nation,) always needs a note of explanation.
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Respect for right conduct is felt by every body.
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When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable If I have not an excellent library.
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Five is the very awkwardest of all posible numbers to sit down to table.
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Then it would not be so strong a sense. If it failed to produce equal exertion, it could not be an equal conviction.
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She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.
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She felt that she could so much more depend upon the sincerity of those who sometimes looked or said a careless or a hasty thing, than of those whose presence of mind never varied, whose tongue never slipped.