āTime, time will heal the wound.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
āThis we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.ā
āSleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.ā
āIf thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.ā