Leave me, leave me, if I distress you; leave me, hate me, forget me; but do not torture me so. Oh! h
Leave me, leave me, if I distress you; leave me, hate me, forget me; but do not torture me so. Oh! how easy for those who have no sorrow of their own to talk of exertion! Happy, happy Elinor, you cannot have an idea of what I suffer! - Sense and Sensibility, Chapter 29 ————————————————————— For four months, Marianne, I have had all this hanging on my mind, without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. If you can think me capable of ever feeling – surely you may suppose that I have suffered now. If I had not been bound to silence, perhaps nothing could have kept me entirely – not even what I owed to my dearest friends – from openly shewing that I was very unhappy. - Sense and Sensibility, Chapter 37 -- source link
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