Jane Austen Quotes

The Webbs are really gone! When I saw the waggons at the door, and thought of all the trouble they must have in moving, I began to reproach myself for not having liked them better, but since the waggons have disappeared my conscience has been closed again, and I am excessively glad they are gone.

What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.

But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them for ever.

I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book!

I was quiet, but I was not blind.

How little of permanent happiness could belong to a couple who were only brought together because their passions were stronger than their virtue.

Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

It would be mortifying to the feelings of many ladies, could they be made to understand how little the heart of man is affected by what is costly or new in their attire.

I certainly have not the talent which some people possess, of conversing easily with those I have never seen before.

I have no talent for certainty.

I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding — certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.

She was one of those, who, having, once begun, would be always in love.

In Paragon we met Mrs. Foley and Mrs. Dowdeswell with her yellow shawl airing out, and at the bottom of Kingsdown Hill we met a gentleman in a buggy, who, on minute examination, turned out to be Dr. Hall — and Dr. Hall in such very deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead.

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.

Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?