A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.
I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.
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.
You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. -Mr. Darcy