To Hope Was To Expect

Half The Sum Of Attraction, On Either Side, Might Have Been Enough, For He Had Nothing To Do, And She Had Hardly Any Body To Love." (of Anne Elliot And Captain Wentworth, Persuasion)

She Began Now To Comprehend That He Was Exactly The Man Who, In Disposition And Talents, Would Most Suit Her. His Understanding And Temper, Though Unlike Her Own, Would Have Answered All Her Wishes. It Was An Union That Must Have Been To The Advantage Of Both: By Her Ease And Liveliness, His Mind Might Have Been Softened, His Manners Improved; And From His Judgement, Information, And Knowledge Of The World, She Must Have Received Benefit Of Greater Importance.

All The Privilege I Claim For My Own Sex ... Is That Of Loving Longest, When Existence Or Hope Is Gone.

To Love Is To Burn, To Be On Fire.

If Things Are Going Untowardly One Month, They Are Sure To Mend The Next.