#jan

The sole agents, indeed, in the action of her novels are individual human beings. And the comedy is the outcome of their making fools of themselves and of one another. ↗

— Mary Lascelles

#art

Others beside Jane Austen have made their Eltons, though none quite so cooly as she. ↗

— Mary Lascelles

#art

Charlotte Palmer is no sillier than Harriet Smith; and yet, how intolerable we should find it to see and hear as much of Charlotte as we do of Harriet! And would Miss Bates have been endurable if she had been presented in the mood and manners of Sense and Sensibility? ↗

— Mary Lascelles

#jane-austen #sense-and-sensibility #art

In Jane Austen it was the critical faculty that would not be quieted; and that faculty in her, played on men and women. ↗

— Mary Lascelles

#art

Sympathy compounded of liking and compassion in varying proportions evidently seemed to Jane Austen the most natural inventive to imaginative interest in a character. ↗

— Mary Lascelles

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A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#celestial #circling #dejan-stojanovic #dreams #forest

Dreams are our only geography—our native land. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dreams #geography #land #literature #literature-quotes

Better be without sense than misapply it as you do. ↗

— Jane Austen

#jane-austen

She sits in the driveway, freezing, for thirty-six minutes. Arguing with herself. Because she thinks she's in love with him too. And there are two ways she can be a fool in love right now. She chooses the harder one. And knocks on the door. ↗

— Lisa McMann

#dreams

Do you think because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am souless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh - it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave and we stood at God's feet, equal - as we are! ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#beauty