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

If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy.

To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect

But to appear happy when I am so miserable — Oh! who can require it?

Eleanor went to her room "where she was free to think and be wretched.

From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she had closed her eyes.

The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!

I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be...yours.

I can feel no sentiment of approbation inferior to love.

If a book is well written, I always find it too short.

And Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every house to the library, however it might be avoided by the family in general, soon procured herself a book.

You're wearing a lace thong?" Dolly clapped her hands. "That's absolutely perfect for romance.

Whatever you do, never forget to love everyone around you.

If it must be enjoyed, then it must be done. And if it must be done, then it must be done well. If it is done well, it is enjoyed well.

Because she was a blank mural and you wrote all over her.

I have had the opportunity to become acquainted with many wonderful people from many walks of life. I have known rich and poor, famous and modest, wise and otherwise.

Ah, why Should life all labour be?

We led with our conviction rather than rational, because rational said it was impossible.

Art comes from joy and pain...But mostly from pain.

I guess I'm a bit of a projector - my emotions tend to get translated into different, fanciful situations.

Witches aren’t like that. We live in harmony with the great cycles of Nature, and do no harm to anyone, and it’s wicked of them to say we don’t. We ought to fill their bones with hot lead.