And at home by the fire, whenever you look up, there I shall be — and whenever I look up, there will be you. — Thomas Hardy

It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.

To find themselves utterly alone at night where company is desirable and expected makes some people fearful; but a case more trying by far to the nerves is to discover some mysterious companionship when intuition, sensation, memory, analogy, testimony, probability, induction — every kind of evidence in the logician's list — have united to persuade consciousness that it is quite in isolation.

All romances end at marriage.