The More I See Of

I Do Not Think It Worth While To Wait For Enjoyment Until There Is Some Real Opportunity For It.

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.

Self-knowledge Is The First Step To Maturity.

Why Not Seize The Pleasure At Once? -- How Often Is Happiness Destroyed By Preparation, Foolish Preparation!

My Sore Throats Are Always Worse Than Anyone's.