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How I should love that plain-heartedness you speak of, if you would use it; nothing is civil but that amongst friends.
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How I should love that plain-heartedness you speak of, if you would use it; nothing is civil but that amongst friends.
Each time you happen to me all over again.
The love of protecting too often degenerates into downright tyranny.
A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.
None other than this long brown land lays such a hold on the affections. The rainbow hills, the tender bluish mists, the luminous radiance of the spring, have the lotus charm.
Our heart ever changes its place till it finds love, and then it has its rest.
Though slowly and with pain, the objects of the affections change, as the objects of thought do.
Thus even love, which is the deification of persons, must become more impersonal every day.
Every promise of the soul has innumerable fulfilments; each of its joys ripens into a new want.