She was happy, she knew she was happy, and knew she ought to be happy.

One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.

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

He listened to her with silent attention, and on her ceasing to speak, rose directly from his seat, and after saying in a voice of emotion, 'To your sister I wish all imaginable happiness; to Willoughby, that he may endeavor to deserve her,' took leave, and went away.

I do not think I ever opened a book in my life which had not something to say upon woman's inconstancy. Songs and proverbs, all talk of woman's fickleness. But perhaps you will say, these were all written by men." "Perhaps I shall. Yes, yes, if you please, no reference to examples in books. Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything.

One half of her should not be always so much wiser than the other half.

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