With women, the heart argues, not the mind.

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

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

Where an opinion is general, it is usually correct.

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

All the privilege I claim for my own sex ... is that of loving longest, when existence or hope is gone.

A family of ten children will be always called a fine family, where there are heads and arms and legs enough for the number.