...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

The ladies here probably exchanged looks which meant, 'Men never know when things are dirty or not;' and the gentlemen perhaps thought each to himself, 'Women will have their little nonsense and needless cares.'

Perfect happiness, even in memory, is not common.

Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some

She was without any power, because she was without any desire of command over herself.

Marianne Dashwood was born to an extraordinary fate. She was born to discover the falsehood of her own opinions, and to counteract, by her conduct, her most favourite maxims.

people always live for ever when there is an annuity to be paid them