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

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.

If a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavour to conceal it, he must find it out." -Elizabeth

Books--oh! no. I am sure we never read the same, or not with the same feelings." "I am sorry you think so; but if that be the case, there can at least be no want of subject. We may compare our different opinions.

but a sanguine temper, though for ever expecting more good than occurs, does not always pay for its hopes by any proportionate depression. it soon flies over the present failure, and begins to hope again.

“I often think,” said she, “that there is nothing so bad as parting with one's friends. One seems so forlorn without them.”

Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first?