Date: 1814

"[H]er mind became cool enough to seek all the comfort that pride and self-revenge could give."

— Austen, Jane (1775-1817)

Date: 1814

"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!"

— Austen, Jane (1775-1817)

Date: 1814

"Upon such expressions of affection, Fanny could have lived an hour without saying another word; but Edmund, after waiting a moment, obliged her to bring down her mind from its heavenly flight by saying, 'But what is it that you want to consult me about?'"

— Austen, Jane (1775-1817)

Date: 1814

"They have injured the finest mind!--for sometimes, Fanny, I own to you, it does appear more than manner; it appears as if the mind itself was tainted."

— Austen, Jane (1775-1817)

Date: 1814

"Then it occurred to her what might be going on; a suspicion rushed over her mind which drove the colour from her cheeks."

— Austen, Jane (1775-1817)

Date: 1814

"The solemn procession, headed by Baddely, of tea-board, urn, and cake-bearers, made its appearance, and delivered her from a grievous imprisonment of body and mind."

— Austen, Jane (1775-1817)

Date: 1814

"Here was another strange revolution of mind!"

— Austen, Jane (1775-1817)

Date: 1814

"That a girl of fourteen, acting only on her own unassisted reason, should err in the method of reform was not wonderful; and Fanny soon became more disposed to admire the natural light of the mind which could so early distinguish justly, than to censure severely the faults of conduct to which it...

— Austen, Jane (1775-1817)

Date: 1814

"After being nursed up at Mansfield, it was too late in the day to be hardened at Portsmouth; and though Sir Thomas, had he known all, might have thought his niece in the most promising way of being starved, both mind and body, into a much juster value for Mr. Crawford's good company and good for...

— Austen, Jane (1775-1817)

Date: 1814

"You should listen to me till you were tired, and advise me till you were tired still more; but it is impossible to put an hundredth part of my great mind on paper, so I will abstain altogether, and leave you to guess what you like.

— Austen, Jane (1775-1817)