...I will not allow books to prove any thing." "But how shall we... by Jane Austen

...I will not allow books to prove any thing." "But how shall we prove any thing?" "We never shall.

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I read it [history] a little as a duty, but it tells me nothing that does not either vex or weary me. The quarrels of popes and kings, with wars or pestilences, in every page; the men all so good for nothing, and hardly any women at all — it is very tiresome: and yet I often think it odd that it should be so dull, for a great deal of it must be invention.

one day in the country is exactly like another. by Jane Austen

one day in the country is exactly like another.

one-day country

We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room, and be handed down to posterity with all the eclat of a proverb.

disposition speak rooms

Women are the only correspondents to be depended on. by Jane Austen

Women are the only correspondents to be depended on.

There seemed a gulf impassable between them. by Jane Austen

There seemed a gulf impassable between them.

One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight. by Jane Austen

One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight.

fortnight ends men

I encourage him to be in his garden as often as possible. Then he has to walk to Rosings nearly every day. ... I admit I encourage him in that also.

It was not in her nature, however, to increase her vexations by dwelling on them. She was confident of having performed her duty, and to fret over unavoidable evils, or augment them by anxiety, was not part of her disposition.

anxiety dwelling evil

I am not romantic, you know; I never was. by Jane Austen

I am not romantic, you know; I never was.

mr-collins knows

Well, my dear," said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, "if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.

mrs-bennet daughter order

She mediated, by turns, on broken promises and broken arches, phaetons and false hangings, Tilneys and trap-doors.

broken doors promise

A lady, without a family, was the very best preserver of furnitur... by Jane Austen

A lady, without a family, was the very best preserver of furniture in the world.

furniture world

Every savage can dance. by Jane Austen

Every savage can dance.

savages dancing

It was a gloomy prospect, and all that she could do was to throw a mist over it, and hope when the mist cleared away, she should see something else.

mist gloomy should

Nay," cried Bingley, "this is too much, to remember at night all the foolish things that were said in the morning.

too-much morning night

We must not be so ready to fancy ourselves intentionally injured. We must not expect a lively young man to be always so guarded and circumspect. It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us. Women fancy admiration means more than it does.

vanity men mean

Do you dance, Mr. Darcy?" Darcy: "Not if I can help it!" Sir William: "What a charming amusement for young people this is, Mr. Darcy! There is nothing like dancing, after all. I consider it as one of the first refinements of polished societies." Mr. Darcy: "Certainly, sir; and it has the advantage also of being in vogue amongst the less polished societies of the world; every savage can dance.

savages dancing people

Anne hoped she had outlived the age of blushing; but the age of e... by Jane Austen

Anne hoped she had outlived the age of blushing; but the age of emotion she certainly had not.

blushing emotion age

You either choose this method of passing the evening because you are in each other's confidence, and have secret affairs to discuss, or because you are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage in walking;— if the first, I should be completely in your way, and if the second, I can admire you much better as I sit by the fire.

secret fire way

I wish I might take this for a compliment; but to be so easily se... by Jane Austen

I wish I might take this for a compliment; but to be so easily seen through I am afraid is pitiful.

wish might compliment