I wish as well as everybody else to be perfectly happy, but like everybody else it must be in my own way.
To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.
Arguments are too much like disputes.
She had nothing to wish otherwise, but that the days did not pass so swiftly.
I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter into all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both. Oh! mama, how spiritless, how tame was Edward's!
Emma has been meaning to read more ever since she was twelve years old. I have seen a great many lists of her drawing-up at various times of books that she meant to read regularly through—and very good lists they were—very well chosen, and very neatly arranged—sometimes alphabetically, and sometimes by some other rule.