I do not find myself making any use of the word sacrifice.

Why not seize the pleasure at once? -- How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation!

Oh!” said she, “I heard you before, but I could not immediately determine what to say in reply. You wanted me, I know, to say ‘Yes,’ that you might have the pleasure of despising my taste; but I always delight in overthrowing those kind of schemes, and cheating a person of their premeditated contempt. I have, therefore made up my mind to tell you, that I do not want to dance a reel at all--and now despise me if you dare.” “Indeed I do not dare.

Could there be finer symptoms? Is not general incivility the very essence of love?

She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned romance as she grew older: the natural sequel of an unnatural beginning.

We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be.

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 provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.