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

I certainly must,' said she. 'This sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this disinclination to sit down and employ myself, this feeling of everything's being dull and insipid about the house! I must be in love; I should be the oddest creature in the world if I were not.

I frequently observe that one pretty face would be followed by five and thirty frights.

Not very good, I am afraid. But now really, do not you think Udolpho the nicest book in the world?" "The nicest—by which I suppose you mean the neatest. That must depend upon the binding.

I will not say that your mulberry trees are dead; but I am afraid they're not alive.

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

Do not give way to useless alarm; though it is right to be prepared for the worst, there is no occasion to look on it as certain.