She Knew That What Marianne And Her

I Am Not Romantic, You Know; I Never Was.

Look Into Your Own Heart Because Who Looks Outside, Dreams, But Who Looks Inside Awakes.

We Can All Begin Freely—a Slight Preference Is Natural Enough; But There Are Very Few Of Us Who Have Heart Enough To Be Really In Love Without Encouragement.

I Know So Many Who Have Married In The Full Expectation And Confidence Of Some One Particular Advantage In The Connection, Or Accomplishment, Or Good Quality In The Person, Who Have Found Themselves Entirely Deceived, And Been Obliged To Put Up With Exactly The Reverse. What Is This But A Take In?

The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient-at Others So Bewildered And Weak-and At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control!