I must have my share in the conversation.

I am now convinced that I have never been much in love; for had I really experienced that pure and elevating passion, I should at present detest his very name, and wish him all manner of evil. But my feelings are not only cordial towards him; they are even impartial towards her. I cannot find out that I hate her at all, or that I am in the least unwilling to think her a very good sort of girl. There can be no love in all this.

Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then. It is something to think of, and gives her a sort of distinction among her companions

Fanny! You are killing me!" "No man dies of love but on the stage, Mr. Crawford.

I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter in all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both.

I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit.

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