Had I Not Been Bound To Silence

Vanity Working On A Weak Head, Produces Every Sort Of Mischief.

Every Savage Can Dance.

General Benevolence, But Not General Friendship, Made A Man What He Ought To Be.

She Tried To Explain The Real State Of The Case To Her Sister. "i Do Not Attempt To Deny," Said She, "that I Think Very Highly Of Him--that I Greatly Esteem, That I Like Him." Marianne Here Burst With Forth With Indignation: "esteem Him! Like Him! Cold-hearted Elinor. Oh! Worse Than Cold-hearted! Ashamed Of Being Otherwise. Use Those Words Again, And I Will Leave The Room This Moment." Elinor Could Not Help Laughing. "excuse Me," Said She, "and Be Assured That I Meant No Offence To You, By Speaking, In So Quiet A Way, Of My Own Feelings.

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.