Know Your Own Happiness. You Want Nothing

Have A Little Compassion On My Nerves. You Tear Them To Pieces.

Catherine Had Never Wanted Comfort More, And He [henry] Looked As If He Was Aware Of It.

She Was Feeling, Thinking, Trembling About Everything; Agitated, Happy, Miserable, Infinitely Obliged, Absolutely Angry.

He Is Also Handsome," Replied Elizabeth, "which A Young Man Ought Likewise To Be, If He Possibly Can. His Character Is Thereby Complete.

“i Often Think,” Said She, “that There Is Nothing So Bad As Parting With One's Friends. One Seems So Forlorn Without Them.”