We must not be so ready to fancy ourselves intentionally injured. We must not expect a lively young man to be always so guarded and circumspect. It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us. Women fancy admiration means more than it does.

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.

...I will not allow books to prove any thing." "But how shall we prove any thing?" "We never shall.

Life could do nothing for her, beyond giving time for a better preparation for death.

Do not consider me now as an elegant female intending to plague you, but as a rational creature speaking the truth from her heart.

How can you contrive to write so even?

If a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavour to conceal it, he must find it out." -Elizabeth