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
There, he had seen every thing to exalt in his estimation the woman he had lost, and there begun to deplore the pride, the folly, the madness of resentment, which had kept him from trying to regain her when thrown in his way.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on regret and the folly of allowing pride to hinder reconciliation in love.
In this quote, the speaker reflects on the loss of a beloved woman and acknowledges that pride and resentment prevented him from attempting to win her back when the opportunity arose. It highlights the deep remorse that can accompany lost love, emphasizing how emotional obstacles can cloud judgment and lead to missed chances for reconciliation.
In practice
In a heartfelt speech at a wedding, one might quote this to emphasize the importance of communication in relationships.
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.
Nobody could catch cold by the sea; nobody wanted appetite by the sea; nobody wanted spirits; nobody wanted strength. Sea air was healing, softening, relaxing - fortifying and bracing - seemingly just as was wanted - sometimes one, sometimes the other. If the sea breeze failed, the seabath was the certain corrective; and where bathing disagreed, the sea air alone was evidently designed by nature for the cure.
He certainly is very agreeable, and I give you leave to like him. You have liked many a stupider person.
A person who is knowingly bent on bad behavior, gets upset when better behavior is expected of them.
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.
She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.
How was it that he haunted her imagination so persistently? What could it be? Why did she care for what he thought, in spite of all her pride in spite of herself? She believed that she could have borne the sense of Almighty displeasure, because He knew all, and could read her penitence, and hear her cries for help in time to come. But Mr.Thornton-why did she tremble, and hide her face in the pillow? What strong feeling had overtaking her at last?
Just like that. Gone forever. They will not grow old together. They will never live on a beach by the sea, their hair turned white, dancing in a living room to Billie Holiday or Nat Cole. They will not enter a New York club at midnight and show the poor hip-hop fools how to dance. They will not chuckle together over the endless folly of the world, its vanities and stupid ambitions. They will not hug each other in any chilly New York dawn. Oh, Mary Lou. My baby. My love.
Remember. The way you make love is the way God will be with you.
I’ve been looking for a long, long time, _x000D_ for this thing called love, _x000D_ I’ve ridden comets across the sky, _x000D_ and I’ve looked below and above. _x000D_ Then one day I looked inside myself, _x000D_ and this is what I found, _x000D_ A golden sun residing there, _x000D_ beaming forth God’s light and sound.
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be_x000D_ _x000D_ And so I put this on my life_x000D_ _x000D_ Nobody or nothing will ever come between us_x000D_ _x000D_ And I promise I'll give my life
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