Category Archives: Love

Whatever he said . . .

Whatever he said, was said well; and whatever he did, done gracefully. Elizabeth went away with her head full of him.

Of Wickham

Pride and Prejudice, Vol. 1, Ch. 16

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. . . Darcy had never been so bewitched by any woman as he was by her. He really believed, that were it not for the inferiority of her connections, he should be in some danger.

Pride and Prejudice, Vol 1, Ch 10

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Other points

“But there are other points to be considered besides his inclination.”

Sense and Sensibility, v. 1, ch. 4

(. . . Like his horrible mother.)  More of sensible Elinor

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Rapture of delightful expectation

Elinor, in spite of every occasional doubt of Willoughby's constancy, could not witness the rapture of delightful expectation which filled the whole soul and beamed in the eyes of Marianne, without feeling how blank was her own prospect, how cheerless her own state of mind in the comparison, and how gladly she would engage in the solicitude of Marianne's situation to have the same animating object in view, the same possibility of hope.

Sense and Sensibility, volume 2, chapter 4

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A sister’s advice

“I have never yet found that the advice of a sister could prevent a young man’s being in love if he chose it.”

Lady Susan to Mrs. Johnson (as she tries to draw in Mrs. Vernon’s brother — it’s all very complicated!)
Lady Susan, letter 10

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Throwing time away

“Not that I am an advocate for the prevailing fashion of acquiring a perfect knowledge in all the languages arts and sciences; it is throwing time away; to be mistress of French, Italian, German, music, singing, drawing etc., will gain a woman some applause, buy will not add one lover to her list.”

Lady Susan remarking on the education she would like for her much-unloved daughter Frederica
Lady Susan, letter 7


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A hundred ways

“I suppose there may be a hundred different ways of being in love.”

Emma, on thinking Mr. Elton far too gallant
Emma, volume 1, chapter 6

I’m taking the next week off to linger and gaze at the sea, glory in the ocean, and sit dangerously outdoors!  Happy Memorial Day to all my U.S. readers. Enjoy the wonderful long weekend!  The blog will be back on June 2.


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Never loving by halves

” . . . that Marianne found her own happiness in forming [Col. Brandon’s] was equally the persuasion and delight of each observing friend.  Marianne could never love by halves; and her whole heart became, in time, as much devoted to her husband as it had once been to Willoughby.”

Sense & Sensibility, volume 3, chapter 14


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An extraordinary fate

“Marianne Dashwood was born to an extraordinary fate.  She was born to discover the falsehood of her own opinions, and to counteract by her conduct her most favorite maxims.  She was born to overcome an affection formed so late in life as at seventeen, and with no sentiment superior to strong esteem and lively friendship, voluntarily to give her hand to another–and that other, a man who had suffered no less than herself under the event of a former attachment, whom, two years before, she had considered too old to be married, and who still sought the constitutional safeguard of a flannel waistcoat!”

Sense & Sensibility, volume 3, chapter 14

More on Marianne and Colonel Brandon in an article I wrote in response to Lori Gottlieb:  Would Jane Austen Settle?  (I think not, but I also think she would challenge our definition of love.)


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Age & infirmity

“’Colonel Brandon is certainly younger than Mrs. Jennings, but he is old enough to be my father; and if he were ever animated enough to be in love, must have long outlived every sensation of the kind.  It is too ridiculous!  When is a man to be safe from such wit if age and infirmity will not protect him?’”

Marianne again on Colonel Brandon’s advanced age of thirty-five, reflecting o n his “advanced years and on his forlorn condition of an old bachelor”
Sense & Sensibility, volume 1, chapter 8

I think I could put up with Colonel Brandon’s age and infirmity.

I didn’t get to see S&S last night.  Between puppy-sitting this weekend, and a deadline this morning (which I missed – ack!), my weekend went by too fast.  Hoping to watch it tonight.  Did you love it — hate it?  I did catch the very beginning today over lunch, and thought the opening scene would be a bit confusing if you didn’t know the story and already know who that was.


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