But to appear happy when I am so miserable — Oh! who can require it?

No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy, would have supposed her born to be a heroine... But from fifteen to seventeen she was in training for a heroine.

Do not give way to useless alarm; though it is right to be prepared for the worst, there is no occasion to look on it as certain.

No: the years which had destroyed her youth and bloom had only given him a more glowing, manly, open look, in no respect lessening his personal advantages. She had seen the same Frederick Wentworth.

None but a woman can teach the science of herself.

I can always live by my pen.

her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.