Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

for he is such a disagreeable man, that it would be quite a misfortune to be liked by him.

A lucky guess is never merely luck. There is always some talent in it.

Elinor could sit still no longer. She almost ran out of the room, and as soon as the door was closed, burst into tears of joy, which at first she thought would never cease.

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

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.

It was a gloomy prospect, and all that she could do was to throw a mist over it, and hope when the mist cleared away, she should see something else.