that you seemed almost as fearful of notice and praise as other women were of neglect. (Edmund to Fanny)
Nobody minds having what is too good for them.
Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.
Nothing ever fatigues me, but doing what I do not like.
I was quiet but I was not blind.
The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.
There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.
Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!
You must really begin to harden yourself to the idea of being worth looking at.
Those who have not more must be satisfied with what they have.