It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;—it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.

Look into your own heart because who looks outside, dreams, but who looks inside awakes.

Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.

There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.

Catherine [...] enjoyed her usual happiness with Henry Tilney, listening with sparkling eyes to everything he said; and, in finding him irresistible, becoming so herself.

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)

How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book!