The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.

Never could I expect to be so truly beloved and important; so always first and always right in any man's eyes as I am in my father's.

She was one of those, who, having, once begun, would be always in love.

His cold politeness, his ceremonious grace, were worse than anything.

He may live in my memory as the most amiable man of my acquaintance.

Maybe it’s that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.

Catherine hoped at least to pass uncensured through the crowd. As for admiration, it was always very welcome when it came, but she did not depend on it.