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You were to me something apart from common life, a thing pure, noble, honest, without stain. The world seemed to me finer because you were in it, and goodness more real because you lived. – Grethurde – An Ideal Husband

From Emma

Mr. Knightley: I rode through the rain! I'd - I'd ride through worse than that if I could just hear your voice telling me that I might, at least, have some chance to win you.

Mr. Knightley: Vanity working on a weak mind produces every kind of mischief.

Mr. Knightley: Better be without sense than misapply it as you do.

Emma Woodhouse: Now I need not call you Mr. Knightley. I may call you *my* Mr. Knightley.

Emma Woodhouse: Dear Lord, if he cannot share a life with me, is it wrong to ask that he not share it with anyone? That we go on as we go on now, him stopping by - always the brightest part of our lives, a natural and easy member of the family. I would be content if he would just stay single, Lord. That would be enough for me to be perfectly satisfied. ALMOST. Amen.

Mr. Knightley: The truest friend does not doubt, but hope.

From Anne of the Green Gables

Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it. – Anne

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. – Anne –

From Pride and Prejudice

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

Mr. Darcy: '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.'

Mr Bennet: My child, let me not have the grief of seeing you unable to respect your partner in life.

Mr Bennet``An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. – Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.''

From 10 things I hate about you:

Kat Stratford: I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

From Smallville:

"I wanna let you in on a secret. I am not who you think I am. In fact my disguise is so thin I am surprised you haven't seen right through me. I am the girl of your dreams, masquerading as your best friend. Sometimes, I want to rip off this facade, like at the spring formal, but I can't, because you'll get scared, and run away again. So, I decided it was better to live with a lie than to expose my true feelings.

This is so much easier when you're unconscious.

My dad told me there are two types of girls; the ones you grow out of, and the ones you grow into. I really hope I'm the latter. I may not be the one you love today but I'll let you go for now, hoping that one day you'll fly back to me, because I think you're worth the wait. ", Chloe