I Cannot Think Well Of A Man

It Is Not Every Man's Fate To Marry The Woman Who Loves Him Best

Marianne Was Silent; It Was Impossible For Her To Say What She Did Not Feel, However Trivial The Occasion.

Well, My Comfort Is, I Am Sure Jane Will Die Of A Broken Heart, And Then He Will Be Sorry For What He Has Done.

I Never Wish To Offend, But I Am So Foolishly Shy, That I Often Seem Negligent, When I Am Only Kept Back By My Natural Awkwardness ... Shyness Is Only The Effect Of A Sense Of Inferiority In Some Way Or Other. If I Could Persuade Myself That My Manners Were Perfectly Easy And Graceful, I Should Not Be Shy.

Oh! Write, Write. Finish It At Once. Let There Be An End Of This Suspense. Fix, Commit, Condemn Yourself.