“…Elizabeth, agitated and confused, rather knew that she was happy, than felt herself to be so…”
“Cassandra's grandmother smiled then, only it wasn't a happy smile. Cassandra thought she knew how it felt to smile like that. She often did so herself when her mother promised her something she really wanted but knew might not happen.”
“…it was rather because she felt less happy than she had expected. She laughed because she was disappointed…”
“...[She] felt as if she were both a stranger to herself and more herself than she'd ever been.”
“And since, through lack of vocation or from habit, [Julie] was prone to confuse pity with boredom, she felt herself practically a prisoner...”
“Such a letter was not to be soon recovered from. . . . Every moment rather brought fresh agitation. It was an overpowering happiness.”