Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief; and not a day went by without a solitary walk, in which she might indulge in all the delight of unpleasant recollections.

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.

What! Would I be turned back from doing a thing that I had determined to do, and that I knew to be right, by the airs and interference of such a person, or any person I may say? No, I have no idea of being so easily persuaded. When I have made up my mind, I have made it.

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

Our scars make us know that our past was for real

There is hardly any personal defect... which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.