Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its fragrance on the desert air.
Give me but a little cheerful company, let me only have the company of the people I love, let me only be where I like and with whom I like, and the devil may take the rest, say I.
It is not every man's fate to marry the woman who loves him best
The sooner every party breaks up the better.
I think I may boast myself to be, with all possible vanity, the most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress.
With women, the heart argues, not the mind.
I trust that absolutes have gradations.
In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief.
If there is any thing disagreeable going on, men are always sure to get out of it.
You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have never acknowledged.
I am excessively diverted.
Every moment had its pleasure and its hope.
How wonderful, how very wonderful the operations of time, and the changes of the human mind!
The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it.
The worst crimes; are the crimes of the heart
But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them for ever.
I am not at all in a humour for writing; I must write on till I am.
Those who do not complain are never pitied.
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.
Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.
How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book!
Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
I have no talent for certainty.
An interval of meditation, serious and grateful, was the best corrective of everything dangerous.
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