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 AustenThey walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.
Jane AustenOh! write, write. Finish it at once. Let there be an end of this suspense. Fix, commit, condemn yourself.
Jane AustenPersonal size and mental sorrow have certainly no necessary proportions. A large bulky figure has a good a right to be in deep affliction, as the most graceful set of limbs in the world. But, fair or not fair, there are unbecoming conjunctions, which reason will pa tronize in vain,--which taste cannot tolerate,--which ridicule will seize.
Jane Austen