I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.

How quick come the reasons for approving what we like!

You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.

Catherine [...] enjoyed her usual happiness with Henry Tilney, listening with sparkling eyes to everything he said; and, in finding him irresistible, becoming so herself.

It is particularly incumbent on those who never change their opinion, to be secure of judging properly at first.

…she felt depressed beyond any thing she had ever known before.

Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief.