Sense and Sensibility
Two sisters. Two philosophies of love. One merciless society that demands they marry well or not at all. Marianne Dashwood believes in grand gestures, poetry, and a heart laid bare. Elinor, her elder sister, keeps counsel close and emotions closer, certain that propriety protects more than it conceals. When both women fall for men who seem forever out of reach, one a wealthy neighbor bound by duty, the other a cad who speaks in sonnets, each sister discovers that the world will not bend for passion or reason alone. Austen wrote this novel at twenty-three, and it shows: sharp, unsparing, and wickedly funny about the ways we convince ourselves that love is simple. The sisters must learn, through heartbreak and humilation, that the heart and the head are not enemies, but they cannot be strangers either.
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“The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!””
— Jane Austen
“If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy.””
— Jane Austen
“I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.””
— Jane Austen
“Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience- or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope.””
— Jane Austen
“It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;”
— Jane Austen
“It is not everyone,' said Elinor, 'who has your passion for dead leaves.””
— Jane Austen
“I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be...yours.””
— Jane Austen
“If a book is well written, I always find it too short.””
— Jane Austen
“I will be calm. I will be mistress of myself.””
— Jane Austen
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