Charlotte Palmer: She'll be wet through when she returns. Mr. Palmer: Thank you for pointing that out, my dear.
Marianne: Good morning, Fanny. Fanny: Good morning, Miss Marianne. Marianne: How did you find the silver? Was it all genuine?
John Willoughby: Are you hurt? Marianne: Only my ankle. John Willoughby: May I have your permission to ascertain if there are any breaks?
Elinor Dashwood: Mama, [deep sigh] Elinor Dashwood: there is a painful difference between the expectation of an unpleasant event and its final certainty.
Thomas: I fetched those beef fillets for you ma'am. Mrs. Dashwood: It was far less expensive in Exeter. Anyway, it's for Marianne.
Edward Ferrars: Colonel Brandon must be a man of great worth and respectability. Elinor Dashwood: Yes, he is the kindest and best of men.
Mrs Jennings: [hoping to cheer up Marianne who is grieving her loss of Willoughby] Does she care for olives?
Mrs Jennings: [to Pigeon] Don't talk to me of coals. Mrs Jennings: [to the parrot] Ah, there you are Pooter. Still alive I see.
[a large box has arrived at Barton cottage] Margaret: It's for us! Mrs. Dashwood: What is it, Thomas? Thomas: I'm not sure, ma'am, but it's right heavy.
Mrs Jennings: I don't want to hear another word about the ham bone, Pigeon. You and Cartwright must sort that out between you.
Moses: There is a beauty beyond the senses, Nefretiri, beauty like the quiet of green valleys and still waters, beauty of the spirit that you cannot understand.
Money isn't money anymore. Time doesn't feel like time anymore. Your sense of community, it's evaporated, too, or it's turned into something you visit at 2 A.M. on a website.
HATE, even if it's making money. is an underground movie, that's how it was made. It's a film about police brutality in the largest sense, it's about the whole of society and not just about the hood.
Let our New Year's resolution be this: we will be there for one another as fellow members of humanity, in the finest sense of the word.
We must do everything in our power to keep families together, and to use common sense in our immigration laws. Children deserve better than to lose a parent because of an inflexible law.
TV broadcasting is owned, in the sense that governments around the world have asserted power over the airwaves that permeate their territories, deciding who can use what bandwidth and why - and those with licenses then, with exceptions determined by ...
We are all, in a sense, experts on secrecy. From earliest childhood we feel its mystery and attraction. We know both the power it confers and the burden it imposes. We learn how it can delight, give breathing space and protect.
There will always be vain, obsessive people who want to own rare and extraordinary things whatever the cost; there will always be people for whom owning beautiful, dangerous animals brings a sense of power and magic.
I had always been literary, in the sense of loving poetry and discovering novels, but I found my voice, as they say, in an office full of elderly people who looked after blind ex-servicemen.
I don't like poetry that doesn't give me a sense of ritual, but I don't like poetry that doesn't sound like people talking to each other. I try to do both at once.
Those books of mine that are remunerative - I'm not talking about poetry here - take years to write, and I am never sure they'll be successful. So writing is a risk in more senses than one.
