She is loveliness itself.
There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.
Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief.
Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
Marianne was silent; it was impossible for her to say what she did not feel, however trivial the occasion.
She wished such words unsaid with all her heart