Sublime

It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency, or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better;

It’s enough for me that you are here somewhere, and I shall not stop wanting to live. Is that enough for you?

Kitty looked into his face, which was such a short distance from hers, and long afterwards, for several years, that look, so full of love, which she gave him then, and to which he did not respond, cut her heart with tormenting shame.

In marriage, the certainty, ‘She will never love me much’, is easier to bear than the fear, ‘I shall love her no more.’

She didn’t find him unpleasant, but her heart was like ashes from which the flame of love could no longer be lit.

That Pleyel should abandon me forever, because I was blind to his excellence, because I coveted pollution, and wedded infamy, when, on the contrary, my heart was the shrine of all purity, and beat only for his sake, was a destiny which, as long as my life was in my own hands, I would by no means consent to endure.