When once married people begin to attack me with, 'Oh! you will think very differently, when you are married,' I can only say, 'No I shall not'; and then they say again, 'Yes you will,' and there is an end to it.

Everybody's heart is open, you know, when they have recently escaped from severe pain, or are recovering the blessing of health.

Well, my comfort is, I am sure Jane will die of a broken heart, and then he will be sorry for what he has done.

One cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.

I have no more to say. If this be the case, he deserves you. I could not have parted with you, my Lizzy, to any one less worthy.

How can I dispose of myself with it?