You must be the best judge of your own happiness.

If there is any thing disagreeable going on, men are always sure to get out of it.

Catherine [...] enjoyed her usual happiness with Henry Tilney, listening with sparkling eyes to everything he said; and, in finding him irresistible, becoming so herself.

I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter in all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both.

His feelings are warm, but I can imagine them rather changeable.

What wild imaginations one forms where dear self is concerned! How sure to be mistaken!

Yes, I found myself, by insensible degrees, sincerely fond of her; and the happiest hours of my life were what I spent with her.