A Quote by Jane Austen

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.

Jane Austen

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Agony Am Ever Feelings Gone Half Hope Late Me My Soul Pierce Precious Soul Tell Too Too Late

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Jane Austen
British - Novelist
December 16, 1775 - July 18, 1817

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.

Jane Austen

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.

Jane Austen

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