“What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her…”Tagged: Jane Austen, heart, Love, Hope, Broken Heart
“If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy.”Tagged: Jane Austen, heart, Knowledge, Easy, Love