Now I understand him. He can never forgive me. He condemns me still for the past and is becoming now quite attached to another. And yet… Still he cannot be unfeeling. He cannot see me suffer without wishing to give relief, to spare the proof of his own good, warm and amiable heart, which I cannot contemplate without infinite pain and regret.
You are my whole existence, and I will love you until my very last breath.
Mansfield Park (2007)
There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere.