Our scars make us know that our past was for real

... But he recommended the books which charmed her leisure hours, he encouraged her taste, and corrected her judgment; he made reading useful by talking to her of what she read, and heightened its attraction by judicious praise.

My Emma, does not every thing serve to prove more and more the beauty of truth and sincerity in all our dealings with each other?

To be sure you know no actual good of me, but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.

If I could not be persuaded into doing what I thought wrong, I never will be tricked into it.

Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn-that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness-that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.

One man's ways may be as good as another's, but we all like our own best.