I have not wanted syllables where actions have spoken so plainly.

Told herself likewise not to hope. But it was too late. Hope had already entered.

I will not say that your mulberry trees are dead; but I am afraid they're not alive.

Without thinking highly either of men or of matrimony, marriage had always been her object; it was the only honourable provision for well-educated young women of small fortune, and however uncertain of giving happiness, must be their pleasantest preservative from want.

Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.

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 was quiet but I was not blind.