What did Jane Austen mean by: We met Dr. Hall in such deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead. Jane Austen Author · England Copy
Where the waters do agree, it is quite wonderful the relief they give. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Jane Austen, Harmony, Relief, Unity, 0 Jane Austen Author · England
What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering? Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Jane Austen, Empathy, Ignorance, Self-centeredness, 0 Jane Austen Author · England
It is always incomprehensible to a man that a woman should ever refuse an offer of marriage. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Jane Austen, Gender, Marriage, Misunderstanding, 0 Jane Austen Author · England
Fraternal love, sometimes almost every thing, is at others worse than nothing. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Jane Austen, Betrayal, Fraternity, Love, 0 Jane Austen Author · England
+ The less said the better. Author, June 10, 2023January 2, 2025, Jane Austen, Communication, Silence, Wisdom, 0 Jane Austen Author · England
+ Portable property is happiness in a pocketbook. Author, September 18, 2023January 2, 2025, Jane Austen, Contentment, Mobility, Wealth, 0 Jane Austen Author · England
It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Jane Austen, Aging, Beauty, Perception, 0 Jane Austen Author · England
Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Jane Austen, Pity, Silence, Suffering, 0 Jane Austen Author · England
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Hatred is so lasting and stubborn, that reconciliation on a sickbed certainly forebodes death. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Life is a kind of sleep: old men sleep longest, nor begin to wake but when they are to die. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
