She longed to know what at that moment was passing in his mind; in what manner he thought of her, and whether, in defiance of everything, she was still dear to him.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (via whentheheartwaits)
trying too hard to be loved
She longed to know what at that moment was passing in his mind; in what manner he thought of her, and whether, in defiance of everything, she was still dear to him.
Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.