She knew that what Marianne and her mother conjectured one moment, they believed the next: that with them, to wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect.

I pay very little regard...to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.

Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything.

They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.

Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?

Now they were as strangers; nay worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.