Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory. There… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
We certainly do not forget you, so soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“I do think that men can forget a lost love quickly. I know that women would find it much harder.” — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
We certainly do not forget you as soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial, but generally speaking it is its weakness and not its… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
Thus much indeed he was obliged to acknowledge - that he had been constant unconsciously, nay unintentionally; that he had meant to… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“How earnestly did she then wish that her former opinions had been more reasonable, more moderate!” — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“it is very well worth-while to be tormented for two or three years of one's life, for the sake of being able to read… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“Everybody is taken in at some period or another. [...] In marriage especially. [...] There is not one in a hundred of either sex,… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
She knew that what Marianne and her mother conjectured one moment, they believed the next: that with them, to wish was to hope, and… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“…for I look upon the Frasers to be about as unhappy as most other married people.” — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“It raises my spleen more than any thing, to have the pretence of being asked, of being given a choice, and at the same… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give. — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“...the pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety.” — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
Such squeamish youths as cannot bear to be connected with a little absurdity are not worth a regret. — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“I must tell you what you will not ask, though I may wish it unsaid the next moment” — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
