Where love is there is no labor; and if there be labor, that labor is loved.
Oh, Lizzy! do anything rather than marry without affection.
We are all fools in love.
She felt that she could so much more depend upon the sincerity of those who sometimes looked or said a careless or a hasty thing, than of those whose presence of mind never varied, whose tongue never slipped.
Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.
There seemed a gulf impassable between them.