“She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.”

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

How wonderful, how very wonderful the operations of time, and the changes of the human mind!

But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them for ever.

When pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

What is right to be done cannot be done too soon.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

Let us have the luxury of silence.

A novel must show how the world truly is. Somehow, reveals the true source of our actions.

I am not at all in a humour for writing; I must write on till I am.

My heart is, and always will be, yours.

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.

But for my own part, if a book is well written, I always find it too short.

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

Without music, life would be a blank to me.

Every moment had its pleasure and its hope.