She felt that she could so much more depend upon the sincerity of those who sometimes looked or said a careless or a hasty thing, than of those whose presence of mind never varied, whose tongue never slipped.
Jane AustenBrandon is just the kind of man whom every body speaks well of, and nobody cares about; whom all are delighted to see, and nobody remembers to talk to.
Jane AustenA woman of seven and twenty, said Marianne, after pausing a moment, can never hope to feel or inspire affection again.
Jane Austen