She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.

…but then I am unlike other people I dare say.

Fine dancing, I believe like virtue, must be its own reward. Those who are standing by are usually thinking of something very different.

Fraternal love, sometimes almost every thing, is at others worse than nothing.

that you seemed almost as fearful of notice and praise as other women were of neglect. (Edmund to Fanny)

...I will not allow books to prove any thing." "But how shall we prove any thing?" "We never shall.

Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.