Time will generally lessen the interest of every attachment not within the daily circle.

I begin already to weigh my words and sentences more than I did, and am looking about for a sentiment, an illustration, or a metaphor in every corner of the room. Could my Ideas flow as fast as the rain in the Storecloset it would be charming.

Till this moment I never knew myself.

A man . . . must have a very good opinion of himself when he asks people to leave their own fireside, and encounter such a day as this, for the sake of coming to see him. He must think himself a most agreeable fellow.

A persuadable temper might sometimes be as much in favour of happiness as a very resolute character.

You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have never acknowledged.

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