Date: 1788
"Their minds were shackled with a set of notions concerning propriety, the fitness of things for the world's eye, trammels which always hamper weak people."
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Date: 1788
"These images fill, nay, are too big for their narrow souls."
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Date: 1788
"Mary could not help thinking that in his company her mind expanded, as he always went below the surface. She increased her stock of ideas, and her taste was improved."
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Date: 1788
"The same warmth which determined her will make her repent; and sorrow, the rust of the mind, will never have a chance of being rubbed off by sensible conversation, or new-born affections of the heart."
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Date: 1788
"Such a crowd of thoughts all at once rushed into Mary's mind, that she in vain attempted to express the sentiments which were most predominant."
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Date: 1788
"Her heart longed to receive a new guest; there was a void in it: accustomed to have some one to love, she was alone, and comfortless, if not engrossed by a particular affection."
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Date: 1788
"Her mind was unhinged, and passion unperceived filled her whole soul."
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Date: 1788
"Her delicacy did not restrain her, for her dislike to her husband had taken root in her mind long before she knew Henry."
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Date: 1788
"The same turn of mind which leads me to adore the Author of all Perfection--which leads me to conclude that he only can fill my soul; forces me to admire the faint image--the shadows of his attributes here below; and my imagination gives still bolder strokes to them."
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Date: 1788
"In a state of bliss, it will be the society of beings we can love, without the alloy that earthly infirmities mix with our best affections, that will constitute great part of our happiness."
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