What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.

At my time of life opinions are tolerably fixed. It is not likely that I should now see or hear anything to change them.

Grant us peace, Almighty Father, so to pray as to deserve to be heard.

It was a delightful visit;-perfect, in being much too short.

Nothing ever fatigues me, but doing what I do not like.

I take no leave of you, Miss Bennet: I send no compliments to your mother. You deserve no such attention. I am most seriously displeased.

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