I do not think it worth while to wait for enjoyment until there is some real opportunity for it.
A report of a most alarming nature reached me two days ago.
What wild imaginations one forms where dear self is concerned! How sure to be mistaken!
One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.
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.
Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.