Date: 1763

"How shall I, without wounding a passion which bears no restraint, hint to him my wishes, that he would sacrifice that love, which can only by its continuance make him wretched, to Lady Julia's peace of mind!"

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1776

"But various are the effects of the same disease, upon the human body, and as various are the effects of the self-same passion upon the human mind.--I think that last a good pretty philosophical sort of a sentence.--'Tis poetical, at least."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"O Lucy, if you ever loved me, strive, I conjure you, to assuage her gentle sorrows, and pour the balm of friendship on her wounded heart!"

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"There is no sex in souls."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"I know not why, but my spirits are uncommonly low at present, there is no nostrum for a mind diseased, and therefore your kind wish for your suffering friends is vain."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1778, 1779

"I yield, therefore, to the necessity which compels my reluctant acquiescence, and shall now turn all my thoughts upon considering of such methods for the conducting this enterprize, as may be most conducive to the happiness of my child, and least liable to wound her sensibility."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1778, 1779

"I must be divested, not merely of a filial piety, but of all humanity, could I ever think upon this subject, and not be wounded to the soul."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1778, 1779

"But I will not dwell upon a subject which almost compels from me reflections that cannot but be wounding to a heart so formed for filial tenderness as my Evelina's."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1778, 1779

"Lord Orville, with an air of gravity that wounded my very soul, then wished me good night."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1777, 1780

"He made but little reply; but the impression sunk deep into his rancorous heart; every word in Edmund's behalf was like a poisoned arrow that rankled in the wound, and grew every day more inflamed."

— Reeve, Clara (1729-1807)