Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.

Elizabeth had never been more at a loss to make her feelings appear what they were not. It was necessary to laugh, when she would rather have cried.

There are few people whom I really love and still fewer of whom I think well.

Vanity, not love, has been my folly.

A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other.

A woman of seven and twenty, said Marianne, after pausing a moment, can never hope to feel or inspire affection again.

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.