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So why don't you go home for vacations?' I asked her.I'm just scared of ghosts, Pudge. And home is full of them.

It's silly not to hope. It's a sin he thought.

Do not give way to useless alarm; though it is right to be prepared for the worst, there is no occasion to look on it as certain.

Nothing is more deceitful," said Darcy, "than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.

Do not consider me now as an elegant female intending to plague you, but as a rational creature speaking the truth from her heart.

Now be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?""For the liveliness of your mind, I did.

They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.

I defy you, stars.

One cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

I might as well enquire, replied she, why with so evident a design of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character?

How despicably I have acted!" she cried; "I, who have prided myself on my discernment! I, who have valued myself on my abilities! who have often disdained the generous candour of my sister, and gratified my vanity in useless or blameable mistrust! How humiliating is this discovery! Yet, how just a humiliation! Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly. Pleased with the preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very beginning of our aquaintance, I have courted prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where either were concerned. Till this moment I never knew myself.

Let's face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short.

We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?

Courage is not a man with a gun in his hand. It's knowing you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

O, hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O youThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kissA dateless bargain to engrossing death!

There is no story that is not true, [...] The world has no end, and what is good among one people is an abomination with others.

He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!

I must, then, repeat continually that we are forever sundered - and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.'- Jane Eyre