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.

... professing myself moreover convinced that the general's unjust interference, so far from being really injurious to their felicity, was perhaps rather conducive to it, by improving their knowledge of each other, and adding strength to their attachment, I leave it to be settled, by whomsoever it may concern, whether the tendency of this work be altogether to recommend parental tyranny, or reward filial disobedience.

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

I do not find myself making any use of the word sacrifice.

The publicis rather apt to be unreasonably discontented when a woman does marry again, than when she does not.

It was for the sake of what had been, rather than what was.

Till this moment I never knew myself.