Life could do nothing for her, beyond giving time for a better preparation for death.
Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another.
A persuadable temper might sometimes be as much in favour of happiness as a very resolute character.
She wished such words unsaid with all her heart
It isn't what we say or think that defines us, but what we do.
When any two young people take it into their heads to marry, they are pretty sure by perseverance to carry their point, be they ever so poor, or ever so imprudent, or ever so little likely to be necessary to each other's ultimate comfort.