Once so much to each other!
Now nothing!

It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before.

Facts or opinions which are to pass through the hands of so many, to be misconceived by folly in one, and ignorance in another, can hardly have much truth left.

When he talked, she heard the same voice, and discerned the same mind.

All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one; you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.

A persuadable temper might sometimes be as much in favour of happiness as a very resolute character.

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

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

A short period of exquisite felicity followed, and but a short one.

... when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure. One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering.

Her attachment and regrets had, for a long time, clouded every enjoyment of youth, and an early loss of bloom and spirits had been their lasting effect.

They were of sobering tendency; they allayed agitation; they composed, and consequently must make her happier.

She believed she must now submit to feel that another lesson, in the art of knowing our own nothingness beyond our own circle.

We none of us expect to be in smooth water all our days.