Emma

by Jane Austen

“Emma has been meaning to read more ever since she was twelve years old.

Better be without sense, than misapply it as you do.”

There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.

Mr. Woodhouse was soon ready for his tea; and when he had drank his tea he was quite ready to go home;

If she had so misinterpreted his feelings, she had little right to wonder that he, with self-interest to blind him, should have mistaken hers.

It is a great deal more natural than one could wish, that a young man, brought up by those who are proud, luxurious, and selfish, should be proud, luxurious, and selfish too.

He came back gay and self-satisfied,

I must still be in 5th grade lol

but still, if it were a falsehood, it was a pleasant one, and pleasantly handled.

“I do not know whether it ought to be so, but certainly silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way. Wickedness is always wickedness, but folly is not always folly.—It depends upon the character of those who handle it.

I have no pleasure in seeing my friends, unless I can believe myself fit to be seen.”

Surprizes are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable.

Perfect happiness, even in memory, is not common;

How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation!—You

“There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart,”

“There is nothing to be compared to it. Warmth and tenderness of heart, with an affectionate, open manner, will beat all the clearness of head in the world, for attraction, I am sure it will.

if things are going untowardly one month, they are sure to mend the next.”

General benevolence, but not general friendship, made a man what he ought to be.—She

She felt it at her heart. How could she have been so brutal, so cruel to Miss Bates! How could she have exposed herself to such ill opinion in any one she valued!

There is no pain more just and yet so self degrading than having hurt a good person...

Time did not compose her. As she reflected more, she seemed but to feel it more.

Even pleasure, you know, is fatiguing—and

To understand, thoroughly understand her own heart, was the first endeavour.

Every other part of her mind was disgusting.

No; it was impossible. And yet it was far, very far, from impossible.—Was

To talk would be only to irritate.—She

But after all the punishment that misconduct can bring, it is still not less misconduct. Pain is no expiation. I never can be blameless.

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised, or a little mistaken;

Such a companion for herself in the periods of anxiety and cheerlessness before her!—Such a partner in all those duties and cares to which time must be giving increase of melancholy!

“You are materially changed since we talked on this subject before.” “I hope so—for at that time I was a fool.”

What had she to wish for? Nothing, but to grow more worthy of him, whose intentions and judgment had been ever so superior to her own.

Nothing, but that the lessons of her past folly might teach her humility and circumspection in future.

He began to think it was to be, and that he could not prevent it—a very promising step of the mind on its way to resignation.