“I often think,” said she, “that there is nothing so bad as parting with one's friends. One seems so forlorn without them.”

I go too long without picking up a good book, I feel like I've done nothing useful with my life.

Each found her greatest safety in silence.

She mediated, by turns, on broken promises and broken arches, phaetons and false hangings, Tilneys and trap-doors.

The evergreen! How beautiful, how welcome, how wonderful the evergreen! When one thinks of it, how astonishing a variety of nature! In some countries we know that the tree that sheds its leaf is the variety, but that does not make it less amazing, that the same soil and the same sun should nurture plants differing in the first rule and law of their existence.

She wished such words unsaid with all her heart

She knew that when she played she was giving pleasure only to herself; but this was no new sensation