True love is something else entirely. It is when the rest of the world goes quiet. It is not eyes that meet but souls that dance. Settle into each other. Make room for each other until there is nowhere else to hide.
There’s nothing worse than rotting flowers when someone is unwell.
There is no greater pleasure than enjoying your home alone with your family.
The world is not exactly welcoming to an unmarried woman. There seems to be no place in society for us, except at the edge of things.[to Eloise]
Some people are not meant to be together, no matter how much we might wish otherwise.
Some may call a wedding the ultimate act of faith. While others would venture that it is the ultimate act of fools.
Should a woman not be valued for so much more than her dancing skills or her comportment? Should we not value a woman instead for her candor, her character, her true accomplishments?
Separate bedrooms may be tolerated. Separate households will not be suffered.[to Daphne]
Real, true love is worth it. No matter what.
Pride, it will cost you everything and leave you with nothing.
Next time you compliment a woman, at least try not to insult her entire sex in the process.[to Morrison]
Mothers. They are people, I suppose.
