To you I shall say, as I have often said before, Do not be in a hurry, the right man will come at last.

What one means one day, you know, one may not mean the next. Circumstances change, opinions alter.

Every young lady may feel for my heroine in this critical moment, for every young lady has at some time or other known the same agitation.

Far be it from me, my dear sister, to depreciate such pleasures. They would doubtless be congenial with the generality of female minds. But I confess they would have no charms for me. I should infinitely prefer a book.

We certainly do not forget you, so soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves.

Catherine [...] enjoyed her usual happiness with Henry Tilney, listening with sparkling eyes to everything he said; and, in finding him irresistible, becoming so herself.

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