Persuasion

Anne Elliot is twenty-seven and unmarried, considered well past the bloom of youth in Regency England. Eight years ago, she loved Frederick Wentworth with desperate intensity until her godmother Lady Russell persuaded her that his poverty made him an unsuitable match. She broke his heart. Now Wentworth has returned from the Royal Navy wealthy and successful, and Anne must watch him court the young and fashionable Louisa Musgrove while she languishes in the social sterility of Bath, where nothing ever seems to happen and every moment reminds her of the life she might have had. This is Jane Austen's most bittersweet novel, less sparkling than Pride and Prejudice but infinitely more tender. There is a melancholy here, a weight of regret, that elevates the book beyond mere comedy of manners into something that aches. The naval world Wentworth represents, with its energy and possibility, offers Anne a vision of a different life one where passion and engagement trump social calculation. The question that haunts every page: can two people find their way back to each other after so much time has stolen so much? Persuasion is for anyone who has ever wondered what happens to the love we were too young or too prudent to fight for.
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“I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.””
— Jane Austen
“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.””
— Jane Austen
“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W.I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never.””
— Jane Austen
“My idea of good company...is the company of clever, well-informed people, who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company.' 'You are mistaken,' said he gently, 'that is not good company, that is the best.””
— Jane Austen
“There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison””
— Jane Austen
“I do not think I ever opened a book in my life which had not something to say upon woman's inconstancy. Songs and proverbs, all talk of woman's fickleness. But perhaps you will say, these were all written by men.""Perhaps I shall. Yes, yes, if you please, no reference to examples in books. Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything.””
— Jane Austen
“...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.””
— Jane Austen
“How quick come the reasons for approving what we like.””
— Jane Austen
“Let us never underestimate the power of a well-written letter.””
— Jane Austen









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