# Quote — Mary Elizabeth Braddon, Lady Audley's Secret

> He forgot that love, which is a madness, and a scourge, and a fever, and a delusion, and a snare, is also a mystery, and very imperfectly understood by everyone except the individual sufferer who writhes under its tortures.

- Author: [Mary Elizabeth Braddon](https://www.leafyquotes.com/mary-elizabeth-braddon.md)
- Book: [Lady Audley's Secret](https://www.leafyquotes.com/mary-elizabeth-braddon/lady-audleys-secret.md)
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