…The moment she carried a piece to her lips, she laid it on her plate again, and turned paler, from the vain endeavour to force her appetite. Lord Elmwood had ever been attentive to her, but now he watched her as he would a child; and when he saw by her struggles she could not eat, he took her plate from her; gave her something else; and all with a care and watchfulness in his looks, as if he had been a tender-hearted boy, and she his darling bird, the loss of which, would embitter all the joy of his holidays.
- Elizabeth Inchbald, A Simple Story (via brochant)
Her words were but the words of others, and, like those of others, put into common sentences; but the delivery made them pass for wit, as grace in an ill-proportioned figure will often make it pass for symmetry.
- A Simple Story by Elizabeth Inchbald (via flameintobeing)
How can I doubt of a lady’s virtues, when her countenance gives such evident proofs of them? - believe me, Miss Milner, that in the midst of your gayest follies; while you thus contine to blush, I shall reverance your internal sensations.
- Elizabeth Inchbald, A Simple Story (via historia-vitae-magistra)
Sincere love, (at least among the delicate of the female sex) is often gratified by that degree of enjoyment, or rather forbearance, which would be torture in the pursuit of any other passions – real delicate, and restrained love, like that of Miss Milner’s, was indulged in the sight of the object only, and having bounded her wishes by her hopes, the height of her happiness was limited to a conversation in which no other but themselves partook a part.
- Inchbald, Elizabeth (1791). A Simple Story. p. 81.
Thus, does the lover consider the extinction of his passion, with the same horror as the libertine looks upon annihilation; the one would rather live hereafter (though in all the tortures with which his future state is described) than cease to exist; so there are no tortures a lover would not suffer, rather than cease to love.
Inchbald, Elizabeth (1791). A Simple Story. p 94
(edited because I wrote the sorce wrong)
I fell by accident on the world love.
A Simple Story (Vol IV). Chap IV.
Rushbrook on lady Matilda
I boldly say, my heart suffers so much for her situation, I am regardless of my own. - I love her father - I loved her mother more - but she herself beyond either.
A Simple Story (Vol III). Chap XII
(Rushbrook on Lady Matilda)
“Yet the love which is the result of gratitude and pity only, he thought had little claim to rank with his; and after the most deliberate and deep reflection, he concluded with this decisive opinion- He had loved Lady Matilda, in whatever state, in whatever circumstances; (…)”
A Simple Story (Vol III) Chapt. XI.
and every day whispered more forcibly to his own heart, that pity, gratitude, and friendship, strong and affectionate as these passions are, are weak and cold to that, which had gained the possession of him - he doubted, bud he did not long doubt, that which he felt was love. - ‘And yet,’ said he to himself, ‘it is love of that kind, which arising from causes independant of the object itself, can scarcely dserve this sacred title.- Did I no love Lady Matilda before I beheld her? for her mother’s sake I loved her - and even for her father’s’.
A Simple Story (Vol III). Chap. XI.
Depend upon it, sir, if you should ever enter my thoughts, it will only be as an object of envy.
A Simple Story(Vol III). Chap IX.