No- I cannot talk of books in a ballroom; my head is always full of something else.

The publicis rather apt to be unreasonably discontented when a woman does marry again, than when she does not.

What praise is more valuable than the praise of an intelligent servant?

Elinor agreed with it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition.

I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter in all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both.

She tried to explain the real state of the case to her sister. "I do not attempt to deny," said she, "that I think very highly of him--that I greatly esteem, that I like him." Marianne here burst with forth with indignation: "Esteem him! Like him! Cold-hearted Elinor. Oh! worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise. Use those words again, and I will leave the room this moment." Elinor could not help laughing. "Excuse me," said she, "and be assured that I meant no offence to you, by speaking, in so quiet a way, of my own feelings.

I think him every thing that is worthy and amiable.