Jane Austen


Once so much to each other! Now nothing!

Anne did not wish for more of such looks and speeches. His cold politeness, his ceremonious grace, were worse than anything.

All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one, you need not covet it) is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.

Pride and Prejudice

Is not general incivility the very essence of love? 106