How she might have felt had there been no Captain Wentworth in the case, was not worth enquiry; for there was a Captain Wentworth: and be the conclusion of the present suspense good or bad, her affection would be his forever. Their union, she believed, could not divide her more from other men, than their final separation.

From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she had closed her eyes.

None but a woman can teach the science of herself.

We all love to instruct, though we can teach only what is not worth knowing.

There are few people whom I really love and still fewer of whom I think well.

My sore throats are always worse than anyone's.

I have often observed that resignation is never so perfect as when the blessing denied begins to lose somewhat of its value in our eyes.