You must be the best judge of your own happiness.
Perfect happiness, even in memory, is not common.
How she might have felt had there been no Captain Wentworth in the case, was not worth enquiry; for there was a Captain Wentworth; and be the conclusion of the present suspense good or bad, her affection would be his for ever.
One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.
Esteem him! Like him! Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise. Use those words again, and I will leave the room this moment.
She mediated, by turns, on broken promises and broken arches, phaetons and false hangings, Tilneys and trap-doors.