She Is Loveliness Itself.

You Men Have None Of You Any Hearts.' 'if We Have Not Hearts, We Have Eyes; And They Give Us Torment Enough.

Sometimes One Is Guided By What They Say Of Themselves, And Very Frequently By What Other People Say Of Them, Without Giving Oneself Time To Deliberate And Judge." -elinor Dashwood

You Are Too Generous To Trifle With Me. If Your Feelings Are Still What They Were Last April, Tell Me So At Once. My Affections And Wishes Are Unchanged; But One Word From You Will Silence Me On This Subject For Ever.

I Am Now Convinced That I Have Never Been Much In Love; For Had I Really Experienced That Pure And Elevating Passion, I Should At Present Detest His Very Name, And Wish Him All Manner Of Evil. But My Feelings Are Not Only Cordial Towards Him; They Are Even Impartial Towards Her. I Cannot Find Out That I Hate Her At All, Or That I Am In The Least Unwilling To Think Her A Very Good Sort Of Girl. There Can Be No Love In All This.

Her Form, Though Not So Correct As Her Sister's, In Having The Advantage Of Height, Was More Striking; And Her Face Was So Lovely, That When In The Common Cant Of Praise She Was Called A Beautiful Girl, Truth Was Less Violently Outraged Than Usually Happens.