Category: Jane Austen
She was happy, she knew she was happy, and knew she ought to be happy.
I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.
There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.
Time will explain.
…when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.
You must be the best judge of your own happiness.
And pictures of perfection, as you know, make me sick and wicked.
Without music, life would be a blank to me.
A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.
Every moment has its pleasures and its hope.
