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And books! ...she would buy them all over and over again; she would buy up every copy, I believe, to prevent their falling into unworthy hands; and she would have every book that tells her how to admire an old twisted tree.

...the pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety.

She expected from other people the same opinions and feeling as her own, and she judged their motives by the immediate effect of their actions on herself.

And Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every house to the library, however it might be avoided by the family in general, soon procured herself a book.

A man who has nothing to do with his own time has no conscience in his intrusion on that of others.

He then departed, to make himself still more interesting, in the midst of an heavy rain.

He was not an ill-disposed young man, unless to be rather cold hearted, and rather selfish, is to be ill-disposed....

My illness, I well knew, had been entirely brought on by myself by such negligence of my own health, as I had felt even at the time to be wrong. Had I died, it would have been self-destruction.

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.

Elinor, for shame!" said Marianne, "money can only give happiness where there is nothing else to give it. Beyond a competence, it can afford no real satisfaction, as far as mere self is concerned.

Shyness is only the effect of a sense of inferiority in some way or other.

Every thing he did was right. Every thing he said was clever. If their evenings at the park included cards, he cheated himself and all the rest of the party to get her a good hand.

Mine is a misery which nothing can do away.

For to be unaffected was all that a pretty girl could want to make her mind as captivating as her person.

I cannot, I cannot,' cried Marianne; 'leave me, leave me, if I distress you; leave me, hate me, forget me! But do not torture me so. Oh! how easy for those who have no sorrow of their own to talk of extertion!

If her case was pitiable, his was hopeless. His imprudence had made her miserable for a while; but it seemed to have deprived himself of all chance of ever being otherwise.

There was that constant communication which strong family affection would dictate; and though sisters, and living almost within sight of each other, they could live without disagreement between themselves, or producing coolness between their husbands.

... and because they were fond of reading, she fancied them satirical: perhaps without exactly knowing what it was to be satirical; but that did not signify. It was censure in common use, and easily given.

I can feel no sentiment of approbation inferior to love.

Lady Middleton resigned herself... Contenting herself with merely giving her husband a gentle reprimand on the subject, five or six times every day.

I wish, as well as every body else, to be perfectly happy; but, like every body else, it must be in my own way.

And books! Thomson, Cowper, Scott - she would buy them all over and over again; she would buy up every copy, I believe, to prevent their falling into unworthy hands; and she would have every book that tells her how to admire an old twisted tree.

The whole story would have been speedily formed under her active imagination; and every thing established in the most melancholy order of disastrous love

I do not dislike him. I consider him, on the contrary, as a very respectable man, who has everybody's good word and nobody's notice…

Common sense, common care, common prudence, were all sunk in Mrs. Dashwood's romantic delicacy.

…Elinor was then at liberty to think and be wretched.

Do come now," said he..., "pray come, you must come, I declare you shall come.

To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect.

Poor Edward muttered something; but what it was, nobody knew, not even himself.

His temper might perhaps be a little soured [...]'Mr. Palmer is just the kind of man I like,

[…] You are very right in supposing how my money would be spent – some of it, at least – my loose cash would certainly be employed in improving my collection of music and books. – Marianne Dashwood

And Elinor, in quitting Norland and Edward, cried not as I did. Even now her self-command is invariable. When is she dejected or melancholy? When does she try to avoid society, or appear restless and dissatisfied in it?

On every formal visit a child ought to be of the party, by way of provision for discourse.

I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter into all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both. Oh! mama, how spiritless, how tame was Edward’s!

The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!

Her resentment of such behaviour, her indignation at having been its dupe, for a short time made her feel only for herself.

...to say that he is unlike Fanny is enough. It implies everything amiable. I love him already.

The promise, therefore, was given, and must be performed.

Mrs. Jennings wrote to tell the wonderful tale, to vent her honest indignation against the jilting girl, and pour forth her compassion towards poor Mr. Edward, who, she was sure, had quite doted upon the worthless hussy...

I detest jargon of every kind, and sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in but what was worn and hackneyed out of all sense and meaning. ~ Marianne Dashwood

She had only two daughters, both of whom she had lived to see respectably married, and she now therefore nothing to do but to marry all the rest of the world.

I have not known him long indeed, but I am much better acquainted with him than I am with any other creature in the world.

I will be mistress of myself.

It is not every one," said Elinor, "who has your passion for dead leaves.

But while the imaginations of other people will carry them away to form wrong judgements of our conduct, and to decide on it by slight appearances, one's happiness must in some measure be always at the mercy of chance.

Mr. Palmer does not hear me," said she, laughing, "he never does sometimes. It is so ridiculous!

Elinor looked at him with greater astonishment than ever. She began to think that he must be in liquor...

Where the mind is perhaps rather unwilling to be convinced, it will always find something to support its doubts.

Marianne could never love by halves; and her whole heart became, in time, as much devoted to her husband, as it had once been to Willoughby.

Know your own happiness. Want for nothing but patience- or give it a more fascinating name: call it hope.