...the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.
No es el tiempo ni la ocasión los que determinan la intimidad: es sólo el carácter, la disposición de las personas.
No podría ser feliz con un hombre cuyo gusto no coincidiera punto por punto con el mío. El debe penetrar todos mis sentimientos; a ambos nos deben encantar los mismos libros, la misma música.
I cannot, I cannot,' cried Marianne; 'leave me, leave me, if I distress you; leave me, hate me, forget me! But do not torture me so. Oh! how easy for those who have no sorrow of their own to talk of extertion!
...the pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety.
And Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every house to the library, however it might be avoided by the family in general, soon procured herself a book.
He had just compunction enough for having done nothing for his sisters himself, to be exceedingly anxious that everybody else should do a great deal.
On every formal visit a child ought to be of the party, by way of provision for discourse. In the present case it took up ten minutes to determine whether the boy were most like his father or mother, and in what particular he resembled either, for of...
What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior clai...
Mama, the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.
Common sense, common care, common prudence, were all sunk in Mrs. Dashwood's romantic delicacy.
For though a very few hours spent in the hard labour of incessant talking will dispatch more subjects than can really be in common between any two rational creatures, yet with lovers it is different. Between them no subject is finished, no communicat...
If, however, I am allowed to think that you and yours feel an interest in my fate and actions, it may be the means—it may put me on my guard—at least, it may be something to live for.
Marianne had now been brought by degrees, so much into the habit of going out every day, that it was become a matter of indifference to her, whether she went or not: and she prepared quietly and mechanically for every evening's engagement, though wit...
I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be yours.
Marianne would have thought herself very inexcusable had she been able to sleep at all the first night after parting from Willoughby. She would have been ashamed to look her family in the face next morning, had she not risen from her bed in more need...
To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect
Her family had of late been exceedingly fluctuating. For many years of her life she had had two sons; but the crime and annihilation of Edward a few weeks ago, had robbed her of one; the similar annihilation of Robert had left her for a fortnight wit...
