It has been coming on so gradually, that I hardly know when it began. But I believe I must date it from my first seeing his beautiful grounds at Pemberley.
Jane AustenAll the privilege I claim for my own sex ... is that of loving longest, when existence or hope is gone.
Jane AustenA man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.
Jane AustenMr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves." "You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these last twenty years at least.
Jane Austen