I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.

Half the sum of attraction, on either side, might have been enough, for he had nothing to do, and she had hardly any body to love." (of Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth, Persuasion)

From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she had closed her eyes.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its fragrance on the desert air.

No man is offended by another man's admiration of the woman he loves; it is the woman only who can make it a torment.

…but then I am unlike other people I dare say.

To you I shall say, as I have often said before, Do not be in a hurry, the right man will come at last.