(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
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I was so anxious to do what is right that I forgot to do what is right.
Know your own happiness
How quick come the reasons for approving what we like!
The person, be it a gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
If a book is well written, I always find it too short.
To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect.
Mine is a misery which nothing can do away.
Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing; but I have never been in love; it is not my way, or my nature; and I do not think I ever shall.
A fondness for reading, properly directed, must be an education in itself.
Men of sense, whatever you may choose to say, do not want silly wives.
Vanity working on a weak head produces every sort of mischief.
On his two younger sisters he then bestowed an equal portion of his fraternal tenderness, for he asked them both how they did, and observed that they both looked very ugly.
Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever.
She was so far from seeking to attract their notice that she looked back at them only three times.
Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.
Friendship is really the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.
You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you
Laugh as much as you choose, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.
Selfishness but always be forgiven you know, because there is no hope of a cure.
What are men to rocks and mountains?
I could easily forgive his pride if he had not mortified mine.
“One man's ways may be as good as another's, but we all like our own best.”
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope…I have loved none but you.
Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised or a little mistaken.