In his company I am grieved to the soul by a thousand tender recollections.

Author: Jane Austen

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There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

A lady's imagination is very rapid, it jumps from admiration to love from love to matrimony in a moment

If a book is well written, I always find it too short.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, – Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.

Life is sad, Life is a bust, All ya can do is do what you must.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

My wealth is in my knowledge of self, love, and spirituality.