Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.

Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

I was quiet but I was not blind.

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)

If people like to read their books, it is all very well, but to be at so much trouble in filling great volumes, which, as I used to think, nobody would willingly ever look into, to be labouring only for the torment of little boys and girls, always struck me as a hard fate.