Evgeny Onegin: If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
Evgeny Onegin: You interpret my heart, my nature, as you wish to believe it. In truth, I have no secret longing to be saved from myself.
Tatyana Larina: Oh God. It hurts.
Evgeny Onegin: Why does it hurt?
Tatyana Larina: Because you are too late. Yes, you are too late Evgeny.
Tatyana Larina: Am I noble enough for you now?