They differ by the fact that the images that constitute memories, unlike those that constitute imagination, are accompanied by a feeling of belief which may be expressed in the words "this happened.
In what I call bare assent, there is no time-element in the feeling of belief, though there may be in the content of what is believed.
These thoughts about Arthur, like all thoughts that are charged with strong feeling, were continually recurring, and they always called up the image of the Grove--of that spot under the overarching boughs where he had caught sight of the two bending figures, and had been possessed by sudden rage.
Irwine does, that if they could be persuaded to overcome the feeling that drives them away, it would be much better for them in the end to remain on the old spot, among the friends and neighbours who know them?
Enough has been said, I trust, to shew that Recognition by
Feeling is not so tedious or indecisive a process as might have been supposed; and it is obviously more trustworthy than Recognition by hearing.
It is your happiness I wish for," she added,
feeling that she was telling an untruth and was becoming entangled.
Who that knows what his misfortunes have been, can help
feeling an interest in him?
What is so exquisite," he thought, as he returned from the Shtcherbatskys', carrying away with him, as he always did, a delicious
feeling of purity and freshness, arising partly from the fact that he had not been smoking for a whole evening, and with it a new
feeling of tenderness at her love for him--"what is so exquisite is that not a word has been said by me or by her, but we understand each other so well in this unseen language of looks and tones, that this evening more clearly than ever she told me she loves me.
When she became sensible of this, it struck her that she could not be very much in love; for in spite of her previous and fixed determination never to quit her father, never to marry, a strong attachment certainly must produce more of a struggle than she could foresee in her own
feelings.
Poor Dorothea was
feeling a great wave of her own sorrow returning over her-- her thought being drawn to the possible share that Will Ladislaw might have in Rosamond's mental tumult.
That was the first thing that struck him, an abject, miserable fool, and he repeated it to himself a dozen times in a rush of angry
feeling.
After a while, however, less grasping
feelings prevailed.
