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

"He read in her countenance the dejection of disappointment, which impressed upon his heart the vivacity of hope."

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

Date: 1782

"Do not, then, wish me ill, ill as I have seemed to merit of you, for my own heart is almost broken by the tyranny I have been compelled to practice upon yours."

— 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

"But fifteen summers had she bloomed, and her heart was an easy conquest; yet, once made mine, it resisted all allurement to infidelity."

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

Date: 1782

"Any scheme of worldly happiness would have sickened and disgusted her; but her mind was just in the situation to be impressed with elevated piety, and to adopt any design in which virtue humoured melancholy."

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

Date: 1782

"Not all her attempted philosophy had calmed her mind like this plan; in merely refusing indulgence to grief, she had only locked it up in her heart, where eternally struggling for vent, she was almost overpowered by restraining it."

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

Date: 1782

"She was now indeed more unhappy than even in the period of her forgetfulness, yet her mind was no longer filled with the restless turbulence of hope, which still more than despondency unfitted it for thinking of others."

— 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)