What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering?

[W]here other powers of entertainment are wanting, the true philosopher will derive benefit from such as are given.

The evil of the actual disparity in their ages (and Mr. Woodhouse had not married early) was much increased by his constitution and habits; for having been a valetudinarian all his life, without activity of mind or body, he was a much older man in ways than in years; and though everywhere beloved for the friendliness of his heart and his amiable temper, his talents could not have recommended him at any time.

Such a letter was not to be soon recovered from. . . . Every moment rather brought fresh agitation. It was an overpowering happiness.

She hardly knew how to suppose that she could be an object of admiration to so great a man.

With a book he was regardless of time.

The most incomprehensible thing in the world to a man, is a woman who rejects his offer of marriage!