Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.
Tempo ou oportunidade não determinam a intimidade, apenas a disposição.
With insufferable vanity had she believed herself in the secret of everybody’s feelings; with unpardonable arrogance proposed to arrange everybody’s destiny. She was proved to have been universally mistaken; and she had not quite done...
Selfishness must always be forgiven you know, because there is no hope of a cure.
Nobody is on my side, nobody takes part with me: I am cruelly used, nobody feels for my poor nerves.
…she had nothing to do but to forgive herself and be happier than ever…
…And if reading could banish the idea for even half an hour, it was something gained.
Oh! what a silly Thing is Woman! How vain, how unreasonable!
To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.