We are all fools in love.

[Mrs. Allen was] never satisfied with the day unless she spent the chief of it by the side of Mrs. Thorpe, in what they called conversation, but in which there was scarcely ever any exchange of opinion, and not often any resemblance of subject, for Mrs. Thorpe talked chiefly of her children, and Mrs. Allen of her gowns.

Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the one person you can't be without.

They gave themselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increase of wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it, and resolved against ever admitting consolation in future.

Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some

Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can.

Elinor could sit still no longer. She almost ran out of the room, and as soon as the door was closed, burst into tears of joy, which at first she thought would never cease.