One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering.

Mrs. Jennings was a widow, with an ample jointure. She had only two daughters, both of whom she had lived to see respectably married, and she had now therefore nothing to do but to marry all the rest of the world.

She was convinced that she could have been happy with him, when it was no longer likely they should meet.

Give a girl an education and introduce her properly into the world, and ten to one but she has the means of settling well, without further expense to anybody.

..that sanguine expectation of happiness which is happiness itself

We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.

Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.