When I fall in love, it will be forever.

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.

One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering.

A lucky guess is never merely luck. There is always some talent in it.

... 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.

Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.

My sore throats are always worse than anyone's.