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

It was a gloomy prospect, and all that she could do was to throw a mist over it, and hope when the mist cleared away, she should see something else.

Eleanor went to her room "where she was free to think and be wretched.

He listened to her with silent attention, and on her ceasing to speak, rose directly from his seat, and after saying in a voice of emotion, 'To your sister I wish all imaginable happiness; to Willoughby, that he may endeavor to deserve her,' took leave, and went away.

For what do we live, but to make sport by subjecting our neighbors to endless discretionary review for minor additions?

We must consider what Miss. Fairfax quits, before we condemn her taste for what she goes to.

Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! Worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise.--Marianne Dashwood