I pay very little regard...to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.
Jane AustenRead
Dress is at all times a frivolous distinction, and excessive solicitude about it often destroys its own aim.
Interpretation
Excessive concern with fashion detracts from its purpose.
In this quote, Jane Austen critiques the superficial nature of fashion, suggesting that placing too much importance on clothing can undermine its intended function of personal expression. She points out that while dress can be a form of individuality, an obsession with it can lead to a loss of genuine identity and purpose.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the impact of fashion on self-image.
I pay very little regard...to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.
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Painting is a nail to which I fasten my ideas.
Poor body, time and the long years were the first tailors to teach you the merciless use of clothes. Though some scold today because you are too much seen, to my mind, you are not seen fully enough or often enough when you are beautiful.
The fiction writer in me likes gaps in stories because I can jump into that gap and try to suggest something.
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