- Hannah Thornton: If you had a son like mine, Mrs. Hale, you would not be embarrassed to sing his praises.
- [last lines]
- Margaret Hale: I wish I could tell you, Edith, how lonely I am, how cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere, there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell... and it's white. It's snow-white.
- Margaret Hale: When I get married, I want to wake up on a sunny day, put on my favorite dress, and just walk to the church.