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I do not find myself making any use of the word sacrifice.
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How hard it is in some cases to be believed!' 'And how impossible in others!
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Fanny! You are killing me!" "No man dies of love but on the stage, Mr. Crawford.
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They gave themselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increase of wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it, and resolved against ever admitting consolation in future.
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...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.
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Fine dancing, I believe, like virtue, must be its own reward.
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Life could do nothing for her, beyond giving time for a better preparation for death.
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Money can only give happiness where there is nothing else to give it.
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From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she had closed her eyes.
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I must have my share in the conversation.
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Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
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As a brother, a landlord, a master, she considered how many people's happiness were in his guardianship! -- How much of pleasure or pain it was in his power to bestow! -- How much of good or evil must be done by him!
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I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.
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Her form, though not so correct as her sister's, in having the advantage of height, was more striking; and her face was so lovely, that when in the common cant of praise she was called a beautiful girl, truth was less violently outraged than usually happens.
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Marianne Dashwood was born to an extraordinary fate. She was born to discover the falsehood of her own opinions, and to counteract, by her conduct, her most favourite maxims.
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I mean to be too rich to lament or to feel anything of the sort. A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of. It certainly may secure all the myrtle and turkey part of it.
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Every moment had its pleasure and its hope.
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And what am I to do on the occasion? -- It seems an hopeless business.
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Each found her greatest safety in silence.
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We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be.
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...I will not allow books to prove any thing." "But how shall we prove any thing?" "We never shall.
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Facts or opinions which are to pass through the hands of so many, to be misconceived by folly in one, and ignorance in another, can hardly have much truth left.
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You, of all people, deserve a happy ending Despite everything that happened to you, you aren't bitter You aren't cold You've just retreated a little and been shy, and that's okay If I were a fairy godmother, I would give you your heart's desire in an instant And I would wipe away your tears and tell you not to cry "A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of"
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I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter in all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both.