She knew that when she played she was giving pleasure only to herself; but this was no new sensation
Jane AustenThen it would not be so strong a sense. If it failed to produce equal exertion, it could not be an equal conviction.
Jane AustenShe was humbled, she was grieved; she repented, though she hardly knew of what. She became jealous of his esteem, when she could no longer hope to be benefited by it. She wanted to hear of him, when there seemed the least chance of gaining intelligence. She was convinced that she could have been happy with him, when it was no longer likely they should meet.
Jane Austen