Top Ten Quotes: Persuasion

Her pleasure in the walk must arise. . . from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which had drawn from every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.

This is exactly what I though about this autumn. At the beginning of fall, I was so excited and entranced by the idea of autumn that I was frantically looking for quotes and poems about this irresistible season. I stumbled upon a quote that I was especially fond of by F. Scott Fitzgerald. After accumulating this inspiration, I was on a weekend vacation in November and my own “poetical description” of autumn found it’s way onto paper.

“Life starts all over again
When it gets crisp in the fall”
Crisp, he said, crisp
Walking into the living room
The window shone
From the glistening sea
Blue is the color of the sea
I never believed that till then

Mountains, stamped into the pale blue sky
Their white snowy peaks like cutouts
Evergreen trees surrounding the bay
Standing true to their name, ever green
And the sun standing proudest of all
Radiating autumn rays into nature’s frame
The air, not to be forgotten
Just what he had said, crisp
I breathed it all in
I didn’t, I couldn’t, breathe it out

I hadn’t quite believed him
F. Scott Fitzgerald
But he was right
Life starts all over again
When it gets crisp in the fall

But nobody heard, or at least, nobody answered her.

I can’t tell you the times that I’ve said something and not gotten an answer. But the same is true when I’m supposed to be the listener. It’s funny because we can try to convince ourselves that we just didn’t hear. But the truth is we’re champions at ignoring people. People have even told me that they ignore what I say 50 percent of the time. I get it, sometimes I say pointless stuff. That’s why it’s so wonderful to be listened to every once in a while. It makes me really want to pay attention to other people; to answer when people talk. It’s so easy to be distracted on social media or reading a book or following a recipe that we don’t listen. But it matters to listen, because we all want to be listened to.

Her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.

I’d never found this feeling so clearly written. It is so odd, that a crowd can make us feel more alone than a small group. When their is a group, you can easily slip into the background, knowing that everyone can be occupied in their own conversations. Which is nice sometimes, but other times, it’s painful to be in a large group because it feels so very shallow. When I’ve needed time to think though, the best time for it has been while playing a game with a group.

They found themselves on the sea-shore; and lingering only, as all must linger and gaze on a first return to the sea, who ever deserved to look on it at all.

Isn’t the ocean wonderful? It’s power and peace, fear and beauty, it’s a perfect oxymoron. Because of it’s confounding mystery, we feel so drawn to it. There’s nothing I enjoy more than closing my eyes, breathing in the salty air, and feeling the cold waves slip over my toes. Well, maybe a close second is looking on it with my eyes open. To gaze in awe as the waves grow into mighty beasts and fall to become soft pillows of sea foam.

Nor could she help fearing, on more serious reflection, that, like many other great moralists and preachers, she had been eloquent on a point in which her own conduct would ill bear examination.

When I read this I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. And when my family was having one of our regular deep discussions, the topic fell on just that. My brother was saying something that he thought that someone should work on and then realized that this was a problem that he had as well. And of course, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud again. I felt like I was a victim to this, and once again I was Anne’s sympathizer.

She left it all behind her, all but the recollection that such things had been.

I have a hard time with this sometimes; letting go and moving on. But it’s good to remember that in order for good times to happen, their had to be change. There’s always change, and that’s what makes life interesting. I loved that Anne stored those wonderful moments in her pocket, but that she didn’t let missing the old times take away from the new memories she would make.

One of five thousand Mr. Smiths whose names are to be met with everywhere.

My thoughts when reading this line:

Lol, so true.

Has it really always been like that?

Jane Austen really is timeless.

She felt that she could so much more depend upon the sincerity of those who sometimes looked or said a careless or hasty thing, than of those whose presence of mind never varied, whose tongue never slipped.

My sister and I recently had a conversation where we were thinking about different people in our lives and how some of their faults seem so out in the open but in reality, their faults aren’t very bad. Meanwhile, there are others who seem to be almost perfect, unwavering in their composure. But, all the while, once you get to know them better, they are actually worse off than those you thought are ridden all over with faults. Their faults are hidden but more deeply rooted and are bigger issues. Granted, it’s never beneficial to constantly be seeking out other’s faults. But, sometimes it’s important to note them if you want to hang around specific people more often so that you can be wary of it.

Her happiness was from within. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks glowed but she knew nothing about it.

My dad showed me this once and I still haven’t forgot about it. Maybe it’s because he’s made jokes about it at least a million times since, but it did make an impression on me. I thought about this when I read the above quote. “Her happiness glowed from within.” Happiness comes from the inside, not the outside. That’s what’s so beautiful about it. And it glows. When you’re joyful, it radiates from you like sunbeams. One day I was walking in Costco and I noticed that as I was passing people most of them smiled. I was wondering why, and I realized it was because I was smiling. I was happy, and that happiness transferred to other people.

And without further adieu… the most memorable line in Persuasion….

You pierce my soul.

Let me know…

  • What is your favorite Persuasion quote?
  • What’s your favorite Jane Austen novel? (Mine’s still P&P)

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