To be sure you know no actual good of me, but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.
Jane Austenit is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life.
Jane AustenThere could have never been two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.
Jane Austen