There is nothing like employment, active indispensable employment, for relieving sorrow. Employment, even melancholy, may dispel melancholy.

I will not say that your mulberry trees are dead; but I am afraid they're not alive.

A woman of seven and twenty, said Marianne, after pausing a moment, can never hope to feel or inspire affection again.

Dress is at all times a frivolous distinction, and excessive solicitude about it often destroys its own aim.

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

The evening ended with dancing. On its being proposed, Anne offered her services, as usual, and though her eyes would sometimes fill with tears as she sat at the instrument, she was extremely glad to be employed, and desired nothing in return but to be unobserved.

I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.