āMy sore throats are always worse than anyone's.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
āLord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.ā
āThere is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.ā
āI will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oysterā