The Art of Concealing Sources

My younger brother has a famous quote which he garnered from who knows where, which runs something along the lines of, "Originality is nothing more than the art of concealing your sources." This entire blog post I have decided to dedicate to my favorite lines from Old English type language be it book or movie which dost capture my heart

"I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow." ~P and P(the book)

"I should very easily forgive his pride, had he not injured mine." ~ P and P

"You mistake me, my dear. I have the utmost respect for your nerves. They've been my constant companion these twenty years." ~ P and P

"First, I must tell you I've been the most unmitigated and comprehensive ass." ~ P and P

"You must know... surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." ~ P and P

"What are men compared to rocks and mountains?" ~ P and P

"Poor Jane. Still, a girl likes to be crossed in love now and then. It gives her something to think of... and a sort of distinction amongst het companions." ~ P and P

"Take the matter as you find it; ask no questions, utter no remonstrances; it is your best wisdom. You expected bread, and you have got a stone, break your teeth on it and don't shriek because the nerves are martyred. Do not doubt that your mental stomach --if you have such a thing -- is strong as the ostrich's; the stone will digest. You held out your hand for an egg and fate put into it a scorpion. Show no consternation, close your fingers firmly upon the gift, let it sting through your palm. Never mind, in time, after your hand and arm have swelled and quivered long with torture the squeezed scorpion will die, and you will have learned the great lesson how to endure without a sob. For the whole remnant of your life, if you survive the test -- some, it is said, die under it -- you will be stronger, wiser, less sensitive. This you are not aware of at the time, perhaps and cannot borrow courage of that hope. Nature however is an excellent friend in such cases, sealing the lips, interdicting utterance, commanding a placid dissimulation. A dissimulation often wearing an easy and gay mien at first, then settling down to sorrow and paleness in time, then passing away and leaving a convenient stoicism, not the less fortifying because it is half bitter." ~ Charlotte Bronte

"She was stronger alone; and her own good sense so well supported her, that her firmness was as unshaken, her appearance of cheerfulness as invariable, as, with regrets so poignant and so fresh, it was possible for them to be." ~ S and S (about Elinor)

"What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I’ve had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence, I could have produced proof enough of a broken heart, even for you." ~ S and S

"Is love a fancy or a feeling? No, it is immortal as immaculate truth, tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth drops from the stem of life, for it will grow in barren regions where no waters flow, nor ray of sunshine cheats the pensive gloom."

"Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no, it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken." ~Sonnet 116, Shakespeare

"Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love." ~ Hamlet, Shakespeare

"The true adventurer goes forth aimlessly and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate." ~O'Henry