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

What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at….

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's..

At my time of life opinions are tolerably fixed. It is not likely that I should now see or hear anything to change them..

Know your own happiness..

Men of sense, whatever you may choose to say, do not want silly wives..

She went, however, and they sauntered about together many a half hour in Mr. Grant's shrubbery, the weather being unusually mild for the time of year….

I am certainly the most fortunate creature that ever existed!.

I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control..

It is this delightful habit of journalizing which largely contributes to form the easy style of writing for which ladies are so generally celebrated.….

Business, you know, may bring you money, but friendship hardly ever does..

From politics it was an easy step to silence..

You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have never acknowledged..

Family connexions were always worth preserving, good company always worth seeking..

Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!.

Pride... is a very common failing, I believe. By all that I have ever read, I am convinced that it is very common indeed; that human nature is partic….

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..

When any two young people take it into their heads to marry, they are pretty sure by perseverance to carry their point, be they ever so poor, or 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..

They gave themselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increase of wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it, and resolved against ever ….

Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant..