Mansfield Park Quotes

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

I was quiet, but I was not blind.

We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be.

Selfishness must always be forgiven you know, because there is no hope of a cure.

A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.

A fondness for reading, properly directed, must be an education in itself.

Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

Let us have the luxury of silence.

Every moment has its pleasures and its hope.

But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.

Oh! Do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.

Fanny! You are killing me!" "No man dies of love but on the stage, Mr. Crawford.

There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere.

I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days as these." - Mr. Darcy

I was so anxious to do what is right that I forgot to do what is right.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery. I quit such odious subjects as soon as I can, impatient to restore everybody not greatly in fault themselves to tolerable comfort, and to have done with all the rest.

But there certainly are not so many men of large fortune in the world as there are pretty women to deserve them.

I have no talent for certainty.

[N]obody minds having what is too good for them.

Of course I love her, but there are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.

Everybody likes to go their own way–to choose their own time and manner of devotion.

I am very strong. Nothing ever fatigues me, but doing what I do not like.

You have qualities which I had not before supposed to exist in such a degree in any human creature. You have some touches of the angel in you.

…but then I am unlike other people I dare say.

If this man had not twelve thousand a year, he would be a very stupid fellow.

She was not often invited to join in the conversation of the others, nor did she desire it. Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

Oh! write, write. Finish it at once. Let there be an end of this suspense. Fix, commit, condemn yourself.

Sitting with her on Sunday evening — a wet Sunday evening — the very time of all others when if a friend is at hand the heart must be opened, and every thing told…

She was feeling, thinking, trembling about everything; agitated, happy, miserable, infinitely obliged, absolutely angry.

I think it ought not to be set down as certain, that a man must be acceptable to every woman he may happen to like himself.

You must really begin to harden yourself to the idea of being worth looking at.

If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory. There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences. The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient; at others, so bewildered and so weak; and at others again, so tyrannic, so beyond control! We are, to be sure, a miracle every way; but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting do seem peculiarly past finding out.

I understand Crawford paid you a visit?" "Yes." "And was he attentive?" "Yes, very." "And has your heart changed towards him?" "Yes. Several times. I have - I find that I - I find that-" "Shh. Surely you and I are beyond speaking when words are clearly not enough.... I missed you." "And I you.

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.

I do not pretend to set people right, but I do see that they are often wrong.

Good-humoured, unaffected girls, will not do for a man who has been used to sensible women. They are two distinct orders of being.

To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.

Life seems nothing more than a quick succession of busy nothings.

Those who have not more must be satisfied with what they have.

It was a gloomy prospect, and all that she could do was to throw a mist over it, and hope when the mist cleared away, she should see something else.

that you seemed almost as fearful of notice and praise as other women were of neglect. (Edmund to Fanny)

We do not look in great cities for our best morality.

None but a woman can teach the science of herself.

There is nothing like employment, active indispensable employment, for relieving sorrow. Employment, even melancholy, may dispel melancholy.

An engaged woman is always more agreeable than a disengaged. She is satisfied with herself. Her cares are over, and she may exert all her powers of pleasing without suspicion. All is safe with a lady engaged; no harm can be done

I can never be important to any one.' 'What is to prevent you?' 'Every thing — my situation — my foolishness and awkwardness.

Give a girl an education, and introduce her properly into the world,

Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.

But Shakespeare one gets acquainted with without knowing how. It is a part of an Englishman's constitution. His thoughts and beauties are so spread abroad that one touches them everywhere; one is intimate with him by instinct. No man of any brain can open at a good part of one of his plays without falling into the flow of his meaning immediately.

He had suffered, and he had learnt to think, two advantages that he had never known before…

Human nature needs more lessons than a weekly sermon can convey.

She wished such words unsaid with all her heart

There is no reason in the world why you should not be important where you are known. You have good sense, and a sweet temper, and I am sure you have a grateful heart, that could never receive kindness without hoping to return it. I do not know any better qualifications for a friend and companion.

…when people are waiting, they are bad judges of time, and every half minute seems like five.

Nobody meant to be unkind, but nobody put themselves out of their way to secure her comfort.

... But he recommended the books which charmed her leisure hours, he encouraged her taste, and corrected her judgment; he made reading useful by talking to her of what she read, and heightened its attraction by judicious praise.

He will make you happy, Fanny; I know he will make you happy; but you will make him everything.

Fanny spoke her feelings. "Here's harmony!" said she; "here's repose! Here's what may leave all painting and all music behind, and what may tranquillise every care, and lift the heart to rapture! When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.

Varnish and gilding hide many stains.

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge.

But it is very foolish to ask questions about any young ladies — about any three sisters just grown up; for one knows, without being told, exactly what they are — all very accomplished and pleasing, and one very pretty. There is a beauty in every family. — It is a regular thing

I pay very little regard," said Mrs. Grant, "to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.

The season, the scene, the air, were all favourable to tenderness and sentiment.

I am worn out with civility.

Every body at all addicted to letter writing, without having much to say, which will include a large proportion of the female world at least…

This would be the way to Fanny's heart. She was not to be won by all that gallantry and wit and good-nature together could do; or, at least, she would not be won by them nearly so soon, without the assistance of sentiment and feeling, and seriousness on serious subjects.

A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.

Not even Fanny had tears for aunt Norris, not even when she was gone for ever.

I fancy Miss Price has been more used to deserve praise than to hear it…

She began to feel that she had not yet gone through all the changes of opinion and sentiment, which the progress of time and variation of circumstances occasion in this world of changes.

I think we are a great deal better employed, sitting comfortably here among ourselves, and doing nothing.

Indeed how can one care for those one has never seen?

Her heart was made for love and kindness, not for resentment.

Everybody is taken in at some period or another. [...] In marriage especially. [...] There is not one in a hundred of either sex, who is not taken in when they marry. Look where I will, I see that it is so; and I feel that it must be so, when I consider that it is, of all transactions, the one in which people expect most from others, and are least honest with themselves.

He was in love, very much in love; and it was a love which, operating on an active, sanguine spirit, of more warmth than delicacy, made her affection appear of greater consequence, because it was witheld, and determined him to have the glory, as well as the felicity of forcing her to love him.

I should have thought,' said Fanny after a pause of recollection and exertion, 'that every woman must have felt the possibility of a man's not being approved, not being loved by someone of her sex, at least, let him be ever so generally agreeable. Let him have all the perfections in the world, I think it ought not to be set down as certain, that a man must be acceptable to every woman he may happen to like himself.

Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply; and it must be by a long and unnatural estrangement, by a divorce which no subsequent connection can justify, if such precious remains of the earliest attachments are ever entirely outlived.

Her eye fell everywhere on lawns and plantations of the freshest green; and the trees, though not fully clothed, were in that delightful state when farther beauty is known to be at hand, and when, while much is actually given to the sight, more yet remains for the imagination.

...And if reading could banish the idea for even half an hour, it was something gained.

I will not talk of my own happiness,' said he, 'great as it is, for I think only of yours. Compared with you, who has the right to be happy?

These were reflections that required some time to soften; but time will do almost every thing…

This was a letter to be run through eagerly, to be read deliberately, to supply matter for much reflection, and to leave everything in greater suspense than ever.

She talked to her, listened to her, read to her; and the tranquillity of such evenings, her perfect security in such a tête-à-tête from any sound of unkindness, was unspeakably welcome to a mind which had seldom known a pause in its alarms or embarrassments.

[T]hey are much to be pitied who have not ... been given a taste for Nature in early life. They lose a great deal.

Her feelings were very acute, and too little understood to be properly attended to. Nobody meant to be unkind, but nobody put themselves out of their way to secure her comfort.

Mrs. Norris hitched a breath and went on again.

If I am missed it will appear. I may be discovered by those who want to see me. I shall not be in any doubtful, or distant, or unapproachable region.

Did you just say you Think Mansfield Park is boring? Get out of my house.

I am really not tired, which I almost wonder at; for we must have walked at least a mile in this wood. Do not you think we have? ' 'Not half a mile,' was his sturdy answer; for he was not yet so much in love as to measure distance, or reckon time, with feminine lawlessness.

Maria was married on Saturday. In all important preparations of mind she was complete, being prepared for matrimony by a hatred of home, by the misery of disappointed affection, and contempt of the man she was to marry. The bride was elegantly dressed and the two bridesmaids were duly inferior. Her mother stood with salts, expecting to be agitated, and her aunt tried to cry. Marriage is indeed a maneuvering business.

But there was happiness elsewhere which no description can reach.

The promised notification was hanging over her head. The postman's knock within the neighbourhood was beginning to bring its daily terrors -and if reading could banish the idea for even half an hour, it was something gained.

You will think me rhapsodizing; but when I am out of doors, especially when I am sitting out of doors, I am very apt to get into this sort of wondering strain. One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.

She was of course only too good for him; but as nobody minds having what is too good for them, he was very steadily earnest in the pursuit of the blessing, and it was not possible that encouragement from her should be long wanting.

It was a very proper wedding. The bride was elegantly dressed---the two bridemaids were duly inferior---her father gave her away---her mother stood with salts in her hand expecting to be agitated---her aunt tried to cry--- and the service was impressively read by Dr. Grant.

Without any display of doing more than the rest, or any fear of doing too much, he was always true to her interests and considerate of her feelings, trying to make her good qualities understood, and to conquer the diffidence which prevented them from being more apparent; giving her advice, consolation, and encouragement.

It raises my spleen more than any thing, to have the pretence of being asked, of being given a choice, and at the same time addressed in such a way as to oblige one to do the very thing - whatever it be!

As for his sudden change of heart, he had suddenly remembered the end of Mansfield Park, and how Edmund fell out of love with Mary Crawford and came to care for Fanny. Dulcie must surely know the novel well, and would understand how such things can happen.

Sir Thomas, indeed, was, by this time, not very far from classing Mrs. Norris as one of those well–meaning people who are always doing mistaken and very disagreeable things.

Let no one presume to give the feelings of a young woman on receiving the assurance of that affection of which she has scarcely allowed herself to entertain a hope.

There should be moderation in everything.

Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply.

It raises my spleen more than anything.

if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere—and those evil-minded observers, dearest Mary, who make much of a little, are more taken in and deceived than the parties themselves.

My beloved Laura” (said she to me a few Hours before she died) “take warning from my unhappy End …Beware of fainting-fits…Beware of swoons, Run mad as often as you chuse; but do not faint—”.

Depend upon it, you see but half. You see the evil, but you do not see the consolation. There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere—and those evil–minded observers, dearest Mary, who make much of a little, are more taken in and deceived than the parties themselves.

The use of reading, Gibbon says somewhere, is to aid us in thinking. I have always disagreed with Gibbon over that; he may have used literature to help him think, but for me, often, and for most of the human race I reckon (since I have no reason to think myself unique) books can be a mind-stupefying drug, employed to banish thought, not to invoke it. When I am unhappy I can sink into a novel as into unconsciousness. Blessed War and Peace, thrice blessed Mansfield Park; how many potential suicides have their pages distracted and soothed and entertained past the danger point?

I am worn out with civility. I have been talking incessantly all night, and with nothing to say. But with you there may be peace. You will not want to be talked to. Let us have the luxury of silence.

He feared that principle, active principle, had been wanting; that they had never been properly taught to govern their inclinations and tempers by that sense of duty which can alone suffice. They had been instructed theoretically in their religion, but never required to bring it into daily practice.

You need not hurry when the object is only to prevent my saying a bon mot, for there is not the least wit in my nature. I am a very matter-of-fact, plain-spoken being, and may blunder on the borders of a repartee for half an hour together without striking it out.

Here’s harmony!” said she; “here’s repose! Here’s what may leave all painting and all music behind, and what poetry only can attempt to describe! Here’s what may tranquillise every care, and lift the heart to rapture! When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.

Her mind was quite determined and varied not.

Life in a novel would be so much easier than this constant necessity to sort things out for oneself, don’t you think?

Those who see quickly, will resolve quickly and act quickly,’ said Julia.

The indignities of stupidity, and the disappointments of selfish passion, can excite little pity.

I do not know where the error lies. I do not pretend to set people right, but I do see they are often wrong.

I speak what appears to me the general opinion; and where an opinion is general, it is usually correct. Though

I am worn out with civility. I have been talking incessantly all night with nothing to say.

Selfishness must always be forgiven, you know, because there is no hope of a cure.

Let him have all the perfections in the world, I think it ought not to be set down as certain that a man must be acceptable to every woman he may happen to like himself.

I feel as if I could be any thing or every thing, as if I could rant and storm, or sigh, or cut capers in any tragedy or comedy in the English language.

Much was said, and much was ate, and all went well.

Yet some happiness must and would arise, from the very conviction, that he did suffer.

…for I look upon the Frasers to be about as unhappy as most other married people.

Poor woman! She probably thought change of air might agree with many of her children.

my dear Sir Thomas!" interrupted Mrs. Norris,

her feelings could seldom withstand the melancholy influence of the word "last.

I must move,” said she; “resting fatigues me.

She would not calculate, she would not compare. She would only smile and assert.

If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory. There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences. The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient - at others, so bewildered and so weak - and at others again, so tyrannic, so beyond controul! - We are to be sure a miracle every way - but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting, do seem peculiarly past finding out.

I pity, approve, respect, admire her, but I neither desire her company, nor am greatly concerned about her destiny, and she makes me impatient at moments when I doubt if she was meant to.

To say the truth,' replied Miss Crawford, 'I am something like the famous Doge at the court of Lewis XIV.; and may declare that I see no wonder in this shrubbery equal to seeing myself in it

Mr. Rushworh was very ready to request the favour of Mr. Crawford's assistance; and Mr. Crawford after properly depreciating his own abilities, was quite at his service in any way that could be useful.

Mr. Rushworth could be silent no longer. "I do not say he is not gentleman-like, considering; but you should tell your father he is not above five feet eight, or he will be expecting a well-looking man.

I purposefully abstain from dates on this occasion,that very one may be liberty to fix their own,aware that the cure of unconquerable passions,and the transfer of unchanging attachments,must vary much as to time in different people.---I only entreat every body to believe that exactly at the time when it was quite natural that it should be so, and not a week earlier,Edmund did cease to care about Miss Crawford, and become anxious to marry Fanny,as Fanny herself could desire.

But you must give my compliments to him. Yes — I think it must be compliments. Is not there a something wanted, Miss Price, in our language — a something between compliments and — and love — to suit the sort of friendly acquaintance we have had together? — So many months acquaintance! — But compliments may be sufficient here.

He is blinded and nothing will open his eyes,nothing can,after having had truths so long before him in vain.--He will marry her and poor and miserable.God grant that her influence do not make him cease to be respectable!"---She looked over the letter again."So very fond of me!tis"nonsense all.She loves nobody but herself and her brother.Her friends leading her astray for years!She is quite as likely to have led them astray. They have all,perhaps, been corrupting one another;but if they are so much fonder of her than she is of them,she is the less likely to have been hurt except by their flattery.The only woman in the world,whom he could ever think of as a wife.....I firmly believe it.It is an attachment to govern his whole life. Accepted or refused,his heart is wedded to her for ever.The loss of Mary,I must consider as comprehending the loss of Crawford and Fanny.Edmund you do not know me.The families would never be connected,if you did not connected them. Oh!write,write.Finish it at once.Let there be an end of this suspense.Fix, commit,condemn yourself."-Fanny Price

No doubt one is familiar with Shakespeare to a degree, from one's earliest years. His celebrated passages are quoted by everybody; they are in half the books we open, and we all talk Shakespeare, use his similes, and describe with his descriptions...

I should have thought," said Fanny, after a pause of recollection and exertion, "that every woman must have felt the possibility of a man's not being approved, not being loved by some one of her sex at least, let him be ever so generally agreeable. Let him have all the perfections in the world, I think it ought not to be set down as certain that a man must be acceptable to every woman he may happen to like himself.

it is not very wonderful that, with all their promising talents and early information, they should be entirely deficient in the less common acquirements of self-knowledge, generosity and humility. In everything but disposition they were admirably taught.

I know he will make you happy, but you will make him everything.

...я завжди шкодую, що врожай не вартий тих труднощів, з якими доводиться його збирати (доктор Грант) розділ шостий

Легше змиритися з власними похибками, аніж з чужими (Едмунд) розділ шостий

Хто швидко розуміє, той швидко вирішує і швидко діє... (Джулія) розділ шостий

...кожний дріб'язок набуває великого значення, коли народжується кохання... розділ сьомий

Усі були втомлені душевно; і роздуми про минулий день - хтозна, чого в ньому було більше - радості чи прикрощів, - бентежили кожного розділ десятий

Вечір був чудовий, тихий і лагідний, і краєвид навкруги дихав природним супокоєм... розділ десятий

...і кинувши погляд за вікно, він дивився на спокійний величний краєвид, що, залитий сяйвом ясної ночі, виступав з глибокого мороку на узліссі розділ одинадцятий

Мене просто бісить, коли вдають, ніби питають твоєї згоди, а насправді звертаються до тебе так, щоб примусити робити тільки те, що їм заманеться... (Томас) розділ дванадцятий

Він, як ніхто, зараз мав право говорити; щасливий після такої довгої розлуки опинитися вдома, у своїй сім'ї, він був надзвичайно говірким і доброзичливим... розділ дев'ятнадцятий

Домашні вистави навряд чи варті похвали... (Едмунд) розділ тринадцятий

...можливість дійти згоди здавалася такою примарною, як то буває завжди у спільних затіях палкої молоді розділ чотирнадцятий

...це зауваження, звісно, дало їй змогу вислухати усі компліменти, заради яких воно було сказане розділ чотирнадцятий

Нікому не сподобається виявляти таку непослідовність у своїх вчинках (Едмунд) розділ шістнадцятий

...на яких Тинтерське абатство межувалося з печерою в Італії і залитим місячним сяйвом у Камберленді... розділ шістнадцятий

Удруге розчаруватися з тієї ж самої причини — це вельми суворе покарання... розділ двадцятий

...не могла бути вдячною за те, що хтось став шукати її товариства, коли поруч не виявилося нікого іншого... розділ двадцятий

Про нашу погоду не завжди можна судити за календарем. Часом ми можемо вільніше поводитися в листопаді, ніж у травні (Едмунд) Розділ двадцять другий

Ніщо мене так не смішить, як легковажність, з якою кожний судить про прибуток тих, хто набагато бідніший від нього (Мері Кроуфорд) Розділ двадцять третій

...знадобилося трохи часу навіть на те, щоб вона усвідомила своє щастя, щоб зникло розчарування, з яким ми завжди зустрічаємо зміни в дорогій нам людині Розділ двадцять четвертий

...і останні радо на це погодились, як те зазвичай роблять люди, позбавлені права вибору Розділ двадцять п'ятий

Навряд чи щось може бути неприємніше, ніж коли нам повертають річ, подаровану із щирим бажанням порадувати (Едмунд) Розділ двадцять п'ятий

Закохана жінка уважніша за будь-якого біографа Розділ двадцять п'ятий

...з усіма сміливими припущеннями, до яких спонукає гра уяви... Розділ двадцять дев'ятий

У будь-якій сім'ї є своя красуня; так вже воно ведеться (Мері Кроуфорд) Розді двадцять дев'ятий

Бракуватиме, мов будь-якого шумного лиха, коли воно зникає - бо тоді відчувається величезна різниця (Мері Кроуфорд) Розділ двадцять дев'ятий

-Коли це ти почав серйозно думати про неї? (Мері) Ніщо не могло бути важчим, ніж відповісти на таке питання, хоч ніщо й не могло бути від нього приємнішим Розділ тридцятий

...ця жіноча ніжність так принаджує будь-якого чоловіка, що, навіть покохавши жінку, черству душею, він ніколи не зможе в це повірити Роздлі тридцятий

Він повертався до Н в такому настрої, що навіює схильність до меланхолійних спогадів... Розділ тридцять четвертий

Важче гарно сказати, ніж написати; адже правила та премудрощі письменства вивчають частіше (Генрі Кроуфорд) Розділ тридцять четвертий

Навіть якщо це найкращий із чоловіків, не можна стверджувати, що він неодмінно сподобається тій жінці, яку вподобав сам (Фанні) Розділ тридцять п'ятий

...у таких речах не слід питати чиєїсь поради. ЇЇ питають дуже рідко - тільки тоді, коли хочуть заручитися підтримкою в боротьбі проти власної совісті (Едмунд) Розділ двадцять сьомий

Too soon did she find herself at the drawing room door. And after pausing a moment for what she knew would not come, for a courage which the outside of no door had ever supplied to her, she turned the lock in desperation and the lights of the drawing room and all the collected family were before her.

І тоді... як я могла його покохати в ту ж саму мить коли він освідчився мені в коханні? Як я могла відчути прихильність до нього одразу ж, тільки-но він цього захотів? (Фанні) Розділ тридцять четвертий

Mrs. Norris had been talking to her the whole way from Northampton of her wonderful good fortune, and the extraordinary degree of gratitude and good behaviour which it ought to produce, and her consciousness of misery was therefore increased by the idea of its being a wicked thing for her not to be happy.

...завжди трапляються якісь перешкоди - негода чи щось інше; те саме миле серцю *щось*, яким утішає себе кожний, хто заплющує очі, щоб не бачити, і не бажає чути голосу власного сумління розділ одинадцятий

We cannot prove the contrary, to be sure—but I wish you a better fate Miss Price, than to be the wife of a man whose amiableness depends upon his own sermons; for though he may preach himself into a good humour every Sunday, it will be bad enough to have him quarrelling about green geese from Monday morning till Saturday night.

You are infinitely my superior in merit; all that I know - You have qualities which I had not supposed to exist in such a degree in any human creature. You have some touches of the angel in you, beyond what - not merely beyond what one sees, because one never sees any thing like it - but beyond what one fancies might be. But still I am not frightened. It is not by equality of merit that you can be won. That is out of the question. It is he who sees and worships your merit the strongest, who loves you most devotedly, that has the best right to a return.” (326)

The day was uncommonly lovely. It was really March; but it was April in its mild air, brisk soft wind, and bright sun, occasionally clouded for a minute; and every thing looked so beautiful under the influence of such a sky, the effects of the shadows pursuing each other, on the ships at Spithead and the island beyond, with the ever-varying hues of the sea now at high water, dancing in its glee and dashing against the ramparts with so fine a sound, produced altogether such a combination of charms for Fanny, as made her gradually almost careless of the circumstances under which she felt them.

Fanny's imagination had prepared her for something grander than a mere, spacious, oblong room, fitted up for the purpose of devotion—with nothing more striking or more solemn than the profusion of mahogany, and the crimson velvet cushions appearing over the ledge of the family gallery above. "I am disappointed, cousin," said she, in a low voice to Edmund. "This is not my idea of a chapel. There is nothing awful here, nothing melancholy, nothing grand. Here are no aisles, no arches, no inscriptions, no banners. No banners, cousin, to be 'blown by the night wind of Heaven.' No signs that a 'Scottish monarch sleeps below.

...та досить мені вийти надвір, а особливо посидіти на відкритому повітрі, як мене часто охоплює таке шанобливе зачудування перед усім довкола. Неможливо дивитися на будь-який витвір природи, щоб при цьому не поринути в роздуми (Фанні) Розділ двадцять другий

Наступні кілька кроків вивели їх просто на головну дорогу, про яку вони говорили; і, трохи віддалік од неї, у приємному затінку під деревами, звернена до живоплоту, що відгороджував парк, стояла досить велика лава, на яку вони й присіли спочити розділ дев'ятий

Sono poche le persone che io amo veramente, e ancora meno quelle che stimo. Più conosco il mondo, più ne sono delusa, e ogni giorno di più viene confermata la mia opinione sull'incoerenza del carattere umano, e sul poco affidamento che si può fare sulle apparenze, siano esse di merito o di intelligenza.

How wonderful, how very wonderful the operations of time, and the changes of the human mind! If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory. There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences. The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient -- at others, so bewildered and so weak -- and at others again, so tyrannic, so beyond controul! We are to be sure a miracle every way -- but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting, do seem peculiarly past finding out.

that they had never been properly taught to govern their inclinations and tempers, by that sense of duty which can alone suffice. They had been instructed theoretically in their religion, but never required to bring it into daily practice. To be distinguished for elegance and accomplishments—the authorised object of their youth—could have had no useful influence that way, no moral effect on the mind. He had meant them to be good, but his cares had been directed to the understanding and manners, not the disposition; and of the necessity of self-denial and humility, he feared they had never heard from any lips that could profit them.

Till now, I could not have supposed it possible to be mistaken as to a girl's being out or not. A girl not out, has always the same sort of dress: a close bonnet, for instance; looks very demure, and never says a word. You may smile, but it is so, I assure you; and except that it is sometimes carried a little too far, it is all very proper. Girls should be quiet and modest. The most objectionable part is, that the alteration of manners on being introduced into company is frequently too sudden. They sometimes pass in such very little time from reserve to quite the opposite - to confidence! That is the faulty part of the present system.

By not one of the circle was he listened to with such unbroken, unalloyed enjoyment as by his wife, who was really extremely happy to see him, and whose feelings were so warmed by his sudden arrival as to place her nearer agitation than she had been for the last twenty years. She had been almost fluttered for a few minutes, and still remained so sensibly animated as to put away her work, move Pug from her side, and give all her attention and all the rest of her sofa to her husband.

Every thing was a friend, or bore her thoughts to a friend; and though there had been sometimes much of suffering to her- though her motives had been often misunderstood, her feelings disregarded, and her comprehension under-valued; though she had known the pains of tyranny, of ridicule, and neglect, yet almost every recurrence of either had led to something consolatory... and the whole was now so blended together, so harmonised by distance, that every former affliction had its charm.

Молода дівчина, гарненька, жвава, з арфою, такою ж елегантною, як вона сама, коло вікна, що виходило просто в сад, на галявини, оточену чагарником, у пишному зеленому клечані літа - цього було досить, щоб заполонити серце будь-якого чоловіка. Пора року, місце, саме повітря - усе схиляло до ніжних сердечних почуттів розділ сьомий

Те, що я більш обачливий, і прозирливий, і більш уважний до речей, на які не звертають уваги мої діти, цілком природно; як і те, що я ціную домашній спокій, не порушений бучними веселощами, набагато більше, ніж вони. Але відчувати так само у вашому віці — це дуже цінна властивість і для вас, і для будь-кого хто з вами спілкується (сер Томас) розділ дев'ятнадцятий

The earliest intelligence of the travellers' safe arrival at Antigua, after a favourable voyage, was received; though not before Mrs. Norris had been indulging in very dreadful fears, and trying to make Edmund participate them whenever she could get him alone; and as she depended on being the first person made acquainted with any fatal catastrophe, she had already arranged the manner of breaking it to all the others, when Sir Thomas's assurances of their both being alive and well made it necessary to lay by her agitation and affectionate preparatory speeches for a while.

...погода була надзвичайно м'якою для цієї пори року, і вони часом навіть наважувалися посидіти на якій-небудь садовій лаві під майже оголеними кронами дерев і лишалися там, поки ніжних слів Фанні, милуваної красою пізньої осені, не переривав подих холодного вітру, у якому кружляло останнє жосте листя навколо дівчат, і не змушував їх звестися на ноги і знову походити, щоб зігрітись. розділ двадцять другий

Діти з однієї сім'ї, однієї крові, з однаковими дитячими спогадами та звичками знаходять у цих стосунках джерело такої радості, якою не обдарують їх будь-які подальші життєві зв'язки; і потрібна довга вимушена відчуженість, спричинена безповоротним і остаточним розривом, щоб цю дитячу близькість було знищено назавжди, на жаль, це трапляється надто часто. Братня любов, що часом здатна змінити все на світі, іноді поступається місцем байдужості Розділ двадцять четвертий

Які дивні, просто дивовижні оці перетворення, що їх здійснює час, і зміни в людській свідомості!... якщо можна назвати якусь властивість нашої натури більш дивовижною від інших, я думаю, що це пам'ять. Як на мене, її сила, її слабкість, її мінливість чаять у собі ще більше чогось незбагненного, ніж будь-що інше. Пам'ять іноді буває такою послужливою, покірною; а іноді вона така непевна і слабка; а то стає мучителькою і виходить з-під нашої влади! (Фанні) Розділ двадцять другий

A clergyman has nothing to do but be slovenly and selfish—read the newspaper, watch the weather, and quarrel with his wife. His curate does all the work, and the business of his own life is to dine.” “There are such clergymen, no doubt, but I think they are not so common as to justify Miss Crawford in esteeming it their general character. I suspect that in this comprehensive and (may I say) commonplace censure, you are not judging from yourself, but from prejudiced persons, whose opinions you have been in the habit of hearing. It is impossible that your own observation can have given you much knowledge of the clergy. You can have been personally acquainted with very few of a set of men you condemn so conclusively. You are speaking what you have been told at your uncle’s table.” “I speak what appears to me the general opinion; and where an opinion is general, it is usually correct. Though I have not seen much of the domestic lives of clergymen, it is seen by too many to leave any deficiency of information.

А мені так приємно бачити ці пишні миртові дерева, — мовила Фанні у відповідь — садівник мого дядечка завжди казав, що земля тут краща, ніж усі вічнозелені рослини. Вічнозелені! Які вони гарні, які всюди бажані, які чудні! Подумати тільки - як вражає різноманіття природи! У різних країнах, як ми знаємо, ростуть різні дерева, і все ж таки дивно, що одна й та сама земля, одне й те саме сонце дають життя рослинам, що різняться одна від одної самими законами та особливостями свого існування розділ двадцять другий

As for any society in Portsmouth, that could at all make amends for deficiencies at home, there were none within the circle of her father's and mother's acquaintance to afford her the smallest satisfaction: she saw nobody in whose favour she could wish to overcome her own shyness and reserve. The men appeared to her all coarse, the women all pert, everybody underbred; and she gave as little contentment as she received from introductions either to old or new acquaintance. The young ladies who approached her at first with some respect, in consideration of her coming from a baronet's family, were soon offended by what they termed "airs"; for, as she neither played on the pianoforte nor wore fine pelisses, they could, on farther observation, admit no right of superiority.

Fanny Price was at this time just ten years old, and though there might not be much in her first appearance to captivate, there was, at least, nothing to disgust her relations. She was small of her age, with no glow of complexion, nor any other striking beauty; exceedingly timid and shy, and shrinking from notice; but her air, though awkward, was not vulgar, her voice was sweet, and when she spoke her countenance was pretty. Sir Thomas and Lady Bertram received her very kindly; and Sir Thomas, seeing how much she needed encouragement, tried to be all that was conciliating: but he had to work against a most untoward gravity of deportment; and Lady Bertram, without taking half so much trouble, or speaking one word where he spoke ten, by the mere aid of a good-humoured smile, became immediately the less awful character of the two.

feel that it had not been the most direful mistake in his plan of education. Something must have been wanting within, or time would have worn away much of its ill effect. He feared that principle, active principle, had been wanting, that they had never been properly taught to govern their inclinations and tempers, by that sense of duty which can alone suffice. They had been instructed theoretically in their religion, but never required to bring it into daily practice. To be distinguished for elegance and accomplishments—the authorised object of their youth—could have had no useful influence that way, no moral effect on the mind. He had meant them to be good, but his cares had been directed to the understanding and manners, not the disposition; and of the necessity of self-denial and humility, he feared they had never heard from any lips that could profit them.

Sir Thomas, poor Sir Thomas, a parent, and conscious of errors in his own conduct as a parent, was the longest to suffer. He felt that he ought not to have allowed the marriage; that his daughter’s sentiments had been sufficiently known to him to render him culpable in authorising it; that in so doing he had sacrificed the right to the expedient, and been governed by motives of selfishness and worldly wisdom. These were reflections that required some time to soften; but time will do almost everything; and though little comfort arose on Mrs. Rushworth’s side for the misery she had occasioned, comfort was to be found greater than he had supposed in his other children. Julia’s match became a less desperate business than he had considered it at first. She was humble, and wishing to be forgiven; and Mr. Yates, desirous of being really received into the family, was disposed to look up to him and be guided. He was not very solid; but there was a hope of his becoming less trifling, of his being at least tolerably domestic and quiet; and at any rate, there was comfort in finding his estate rather more, and his debts much less, than he had feared, and in being consulted and treated as the friend best worth attending to. There was comfort also in Tom, who gradually regained his health, without regaining the thoughtlessness and selfishness of his previous habits. He was the better for ever for his illness. He had suffered, and he had learned to think: two advantages that he had never known before; and the self-reproach arising from the deplorable event in Wimpole Street, to which he felt himself accessory by all the dangerous intimacy of his unjustifiable theatre, made an impression on his mind which, at the age of six-and-twenty, with no want of sense or good companions, was durable in its happy effects. He became what he ought to be: useful to his father, steady and quiet, and not living merely for himself.