I Am Not Born To Sit Still

Catherine [...] Enjoyed Her Usual Happiness With Henry Tilney, Listening With Sparkling Eyes To Everything He Said; And, In Finding Him Irresistible, Becoming So Herself.

Your Countenance Perfectly Informs Me That You Were In Company Last Night With The Person, Whom You Think The Most Agreeable In The World, The Person Who Interests You At This Present Time, More Than All The Rest Of The World Put Together.

Let Other Pens Dwell On Guilt And Misery. I Quit Such Odious Subjects As Soon As I Can, Impatient To Restore Everybody Not Greatly In Fault Themselves To Tolerable Comfort, And To Have Done With All The Rest.

I Have Been A Selfish Being All My Life, In Practice, Though Not In Principle.

She Was Humbled, She Was Grieved; She Repented, Though She Hardly Knew Of What. She Became Jealous Of His Esteem, When She Could No Longer Hope To Be Benefited By It. She Wanted To Hear Of Him, When There Seemed The Least Chance Of Gaining Intelligence. She Was Convinced That She Could Have Been Happy With Him, When It Was No Longer Likely They Should Meet.