She began to curl her hair and long for balls

I frequently observe that one pretty face would be followed by five and thirty frights.

Have you been lately in Sussex?" said Elinor.
"I was at Norland about a month ago."
"And how does dear, dear Norland look?" cried Marianne.
"Dear, dear Norland," said Elinor, "probably looks much as it always does this time of year. The woods and walks thickly covered with dead leaves."
"Oh!" cried Marianne, "with what transporting sensations have I formerly seen them fall! How have I delighted, as I walked, to see them driven in showers about me by the wind! What feelings have they, the season, the air altogether inspired! Now there is no one to regard them. They are seen only as a nuisance, swept hastily off, and driven much as possible from the sight."
"It is not everyone," said Elinor, "who has your passion for dead leaves.

A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment

Girls are like Pokemon. It doesn't matter how good you are; You can't catch em all if you don't have the balls.

It's not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on.