“To love is to burn, to be on fire.”

Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope.

The distance is nothing when one has a motive.

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.

Success supposes endeavour.

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

You have qualities which I had not before supposed to exist in such a degree in any human creature. You have some touches of the angel in you.

I have not the pleasure of understanding you.

I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.

How wonderful, how very wonderful the operations of time, and the changes of the human mind!

But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them for ever.

When pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

What is right to be done cannot be done too soon.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

Let us have the luxury of silence.

A novel must show how the world truly is. Somehow, reveals the true source of our actions.

Faith is like lighting the torch that passes from one person to the next. You can’t light the torch of another if yours isn’t burning.

Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.

The flowers burn the grass, a thousand splendid suns; and life returns to everything as hope refills my lungs.

Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.

Desire is a bonfire that burns with greater fury, asking for more fuel.

Once your awareness becomes a flame, it burns up the whole slavery that the mind has created.

Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.

I could make apple pie every single day. You need to be super precise in order for it to be perfect. I’m such a perfectionist that baking is calming for me. I’ve never burnt anything, thank God.