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?

She had nothing to do but to forgive herself and be happier than ever.

I certainly must,' said she. 'This sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this disinclination to sit down and employ myself, this feeling of everything's being dull and insipid about the house! I must be in love; I should be the oddest creature in the world if I were not.

You men have none of you any hearts.' 'If we have not hearts, we have eyes; and they give us torment enough.

To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect

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.

I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other.