There could have never been two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as stranger… - Jane Austen

There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison

Now they were as strangers; worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted.

Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.

I am happier than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. Mr. Darcy sends you all the love in the world, that he can spare from me.

I am excessively fond of a cottage; there is always so much comfort, so much elegance about them. And I protest, if I had any money to spare, I should buy a little land and build one myself, within a short distance of London, where I might drive myself down at any time, and collect a few friends about me and be happy. I advise everybody who is going to build, to build a cottage.