Fanny! You are killing me!" "No man dies of love but on the stage, Mr. Crawford.

Indulge your imagination in every possible flight.

Single women have a dreadful propensity for being poor. Which is one very strong argument in favor of matrimony.

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

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

Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything.

There could have never been two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.