Jane Austen
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Jane Austen
Jane Austenwas an English novelist known primarily for her six major novels which interpret, critique and comment upon the life of the British landed gentry at the end of the 18th century. Her most highly praised novel during her lifetime was Pride and Prejudice, her second published novel. Austen's plots often explore the dependence of women on marriage in the pursuit of favorable social standing and economic security...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth16 December 1775
CitySteventon, England
It was, perhaps, one of those cases in which advice is good or bad only as the event decides.
A Woman never looks better than on horseback
It is indolence... Indolence and love of ease; a want of all laudable ambition, of taste for good company, or of inclination to take the trouble of being agreeable, which make men clergymen. A clergyman has nothing to do but be slovenly and selfish; read the newspaper, watch the weather, and quarrel with his wife. His curate does all the work and the business of his own life is to dine.
Wisdom is better than wit, and in the long run will certainly have the laugh on her side.
My sore throats are always worse than anyone's.
A lucky guess is never merely luck. There is always some talent in it.
Then it would not be so strong a sense. If it failed to produce equal exertion, it could not be an equal conviction.
Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.
She had nothing to wish otherwise, but that the days did not pass so swiftly. It was a delightful visit;-perfect, in being much too short.
Here I have opportunity enough for the exercise of my talent, as the chief of my time is spent in conversation.
I am no indiscriminate novel reader. The mere trash of the common circulating library I hold in the highest contempt.
Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.
From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she had closed her eyes.
But to live in ignorance on such a point was impossible.