Persuasion

death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant

if there has been neither

singular in his case; and it is singularity which often makes the worst part of our suffering, as it always does of our conduct.

but time makes many changes.”
“I am not yet so much changed,”

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! alas! she must confess to herself that she was not wise yet

she thought it was the misfortune of poetry to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly

For, though shy, he did not seem reserved; it had rather the appearance of feelings glad to burst their usual restraints

One does not love a place the less for having
suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever.

can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late