She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.

She was nothing more than a mere good-tempered, civil and obliging Young Woman; as such we could scarcely dislike her -- she was only an Object of Contempt

[...] benché in genere bastino pochissime ore trascorse nella fatica di parlare incessantemente a esaurire molti più argomenti di quanti possano avere davvero in comune due creature raziocinanti, con gli innamorati è diverso. Tra loro nessun argomento è mai finito, niente è davvero detto che non sia ripetuto almeno una ventina di volte.

the rent here may be low but i believe we have it on very hard terms --sense & sensibility

...and to aim at the restraint of sentiments which were not in themselves illaudable, appeared to her not merely an unnecessary effort, but a disgraceful subjection of reason to common-place and mistaken notions.

[...] for it was many days since she had any appetite, and many nights since she had really slept; and now, when her mind was no longer supported by the fever of suspense, the consequence of all this was felt in an aching head, a weakened stomach, and general nervous faintness. A glass of wine, which Elinor procured for her directly, made her more comfortable [...].

Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! Worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise.--Marianne Dashwood