Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.

Marianne was silent; it was impossible for her to say what she did not feel, however trivial the occasion.

No one can be really esteemed accomplished who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with.

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

Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief; and not a day went by without a solitary walk, in which she might indulge in all the delight of unpleasant recollections.

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.

With men he can be rational and unaffected, but when he has ladies to please, every feature works.