She mediated, by turns, on broken promises and broken arches, phaetons and false hangings, Tilneys and trap-doors.

A report of a most alarming nature reached me two days ago.

A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.

I never wish to offend, but I am so foolishly shy, that I often seem negligent, when I am only kept back by my natural awkwardness ... Shyness is only the effect of a sense of inferiority in some way or other. If I could persuade myself that my manners were perfectly easy and graceful, I should not be shy.

Catherine had never wanted comfort more, and he [Henry] looked as if he was aware of it.

He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and every body hoped that he would never come there again.