Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces. - Jane Austen

It is particularly incumbent on those who never change their opinion, to be secure of judging properly at first.

No man is offended by another man's admiration of the woman he loves; it is the woman only who can make it a torment.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.