Date: 1782

"And is the dagger you have transfixed in my heart sunk deep enough to appease you?"

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1782

"He could not conceal from me that the seat of his disorder was his mind; and I could not know that, without readily conjecturing the cause, when I saw who was his father's guest, and when I knew what was his father's character."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1782

"Cecilia's eyes glistened at this speech; 'Yes,' said she, 'he long since said 'tis suspence, 'tis hope, that make the misery of life,---for there the Passions have all power, and Reason has none.'"

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1782

"A weight was removed from his mind which had nearly borne down even his remotest hopes."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1782

"The life I led at the cottage was the life of a savage; no intercourse with society, no consolation from books; my mind locked up, every source dried of intellectual delight, and no enjoyment in my power but from sleep and from food."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1782

"A plan by which so great a revolution was to be wrought in her mind, was not to be effected by any sudden effort of magnanimity, but by a regular and even tenour of courage mingled with prudence."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1782

"She hastily obeyed the summons; the constant image of her own mind, Delvile, being already present to her, and a thousand wild conjectures upon what had brought him back, rapidly occurring to her."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1782

"I was bewitched, I was infatuated! common sense was estranged by the seduction of a chimera; my understanding was in a ferment from the ebullition of my imagination!"

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1783

"To work, my hearts of oak, to work; here the sun is half an hour high, and not a stroke struck yet."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1784

"I love to weep, love the soft feast of grief, / Court mournful thoughts, nor ever wish relief;-- / Sadness I woo, yet still the phantom flies, / And joy seduces, whilst I ask for sighs."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)