Jane Austen Quotes

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.

She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.

If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy.

I should infinitely prefer a book...

Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience- or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope.

We are to have a tiny party here tonight. I hate tiny parties, they force one into constant exertion.

Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death.

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.

There are such beings in the world — perhaps one in a thousand — as the creature you and I should think perfection; where grace and spirit are united to worth, where the manners are equal to the heart and understanding; but such a person may not come in your way, or, if he does, he may not be the eldest son of a man of fortune, the near relation of your particular friend, and belonging to your own county.

It was, perhaps, one of those cases in which advice is good or bad only as the event decides.

I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be...yours.

The pride of any mother is to give birth to a responsible and successful child.

..that sanguine expectation of happiness which is happiness itself

Elizabeth's spirit's soon rising to playfulness again, she wanted Mr. Darcy to account for his having ever fallen in love with her. 'How could you begin?' said she.
'I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once made a beginning; but what could set you off in the first place?' 'I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.