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Sense and Sensibility

A woman sitting at a desk opening a box, while a man stands near her, speaking and looking at a pocketwatchSir John did not much understand this reproof; but he laughed as heartily as if he did.

She knew that what Marianne and her mother conjectured one moment, they believed the next – that with them, to wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect.

Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise.

Elinor attempted no more. But Marianne, in her place, would not have done so little. The whole story would have been speedily formed under her active imagination; and every thing established in the most melancholy order of disastrous love.

She knows her own worth too well for false shame.

At my time of life opinions are tolerably fixed. It is not likely that I should now see or hear any thing to change them.

Elinor was pleased that he’d called and still more pleased that she had missed him.

Such advances towards heroism in her sister, made Elinor feel equal to any thing herself.

Elinor agreed to it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition.

Pride and Prejudice

Illustration of Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, "You must allow me to tell you how much I ardently admire and love you."A nice sheltered path, which no one seemed to value but herself.

Importance may sometimes be purchased too dearly.

Me Collins listened to her with the determined air of following his own inclination…

In vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

I am glad you are come back Lizzy.

Till this moment I never knew myself.

She wished, she feared that the master of the house might be amongst them; and whether she wished or feared it most, she could scarcely determine.

A little sea-bathing would set me up forever.

It was gratitude, gratitude not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still.

I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

Elizabeth was forced to put it out of her power by running away.

Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

Emma

Keep your raptures for Harriet’s face.

Vanity working on a weak head produces every sort of mischief.

There are people who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.

The appearance of the little sitting-room as they entered, was tranquility itself.

Jane’s curiosity did not appear of that absorbing nature as wholly to occupy her.

But in coming home I felt I might do anything.

She always travels with her own sheets.

I am ready whenever I am wanted.

Mr. Knightley seemed to be trying not to smile; and succeeded without difficulty, upon Mrs. Elton’s beginning to talk to him.

No—Mrs. Knightley. Until she is in being, I shall manage such matters myself.

He had ridden home through the rain.

But, in spite of these deficiencies, the wishes, the hopes, the confidence, the predictions of the small band of true friends who witnessed the ceremony, were fully answered in the perfect happiness of the union.

Persuasion

…and envied them nothing but that seemingly perfect good understanding and agreement together, that good-humoured mutual affection, of which she had known so little herself with either of her sisters.

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

Lady Russell loved them all; but it was only in Anne that she could fancy the mother to revive again.

Captain Wentworth places a letter for Anne on the desk in front of her

Being too much in the secrets of the complaints of each house.

Anne longed for the power of representing to them all what they were about, and of pointing out some of the evils they were exposing themselves to.

While we were together, you know, there was nothing to be feared.

They were people whom her heart turned to very naturally.

All, all declared that he had a heart returning to her.

At last, Anne was at home again, and happier than any one in that house could have conceived.

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