Jane Austen Quotes

I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit.

To you I shall say, as I have often said before, Do not be in a hurry, the right man will come at last...

for he is such a disagreeable man, that it would be quite a misfortune to be liked by him.

Many thanks for your kind care for my health; I certainly have not been well for many weeks, and about a week ago I was very poorly. I have had a good deal of fever at times, and indifferent nights; but I am considerably better now and am recovering my looks a little, which have been bad enough — black and white, and every wrong colour. I must not depend upon being ever very blooming again. Sickness is a dangerous indulgence at my time of life.

Laugh as much as you choose, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.

And to all this she must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading.

Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

He seems a very harmless sort of young man, nothing to like or dislike in him — goes out shooting or hunting with the two others all the morning, and plays at whist and makes queer faces in the evening.

Obstinate, headstrong girl!

Beware how you give your heart.

A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.

"Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves.

"You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They
are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration
these last twenty years at least.

Heaven forbid! — That would be the greatest misfortune of all! — To find a man agreeable whom one is determined to hate! — Do not wish me such an evil.

Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised or a little mistaken.