āLet us have the luxury of silence.ā
āTime did not compose her.ā
āI have often observed that resignation is never so perfect as when the blessing denied begins to lose somewhat of its value in our eyes.ā
āIt is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. I talked about the dance, and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room, or the number of couples.ā
āElinor was to be the comforter of others in her own distresses, no less than in theirs; and all the comfort that could be given by assurances of her own composure of mind, and a very earnest vindication of Edward from every charge but of imprudence, was readily offered.ā
āI trust that absolutes have gradations.ā
āO gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, sprinkle cool patience.ā
āUpon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.ā
āKeep cool: it will be all one a hundred years hence.ā