You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.

She was convinced that she could have been happy with him, when it was no longer likely they should meet.

You are very kind in planning presents for me to make, and my mother has shown me exactly the same attention; but as I do not choose to have generosity dictated to me, I shall not resolve on giving my cabinet to Anna till the first thought of it has been my own.

There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison

There are certainly not so many men of large fortune in the world, as there are pretty women to deserve them.

Every young lady may feel for my heroine in this critical moment, for every young lady has at some time or other known the same agitation.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.