Jane Austen
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
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 and a half years ago. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.
Indeed, I am very sorry to be right in this instance. I would much rather have been merry than wise.
One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.
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.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of someone or other of their daughters.
What! Would I be turned back from doing a thing that I had determined to do, and that I knew to be right, by the airs and interference of such a person, or any person I may say? No, I have no idea of being so easily persuaded. When I have made up my mind, I have made it.
...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.
They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.
She had a lively, playful disposition that delighted in anything ridiculous.
I can always live by my pen.
I certainly will not persuade myself to feel more than I do. I am quite enough in love. I should be sorry to be more
I have been used to consider poetry as "the food of love" said Darcy. "Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.
Everybody likes to go their own way–to choose their own time and manner of devotion.