“She loved with so much passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know whether it were good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary or accidental, eternal or transitory, permitted or prohibited: she loved.”

“She did love him, you know… It was a selfish, possessive love, but it was all she knew how to give.”

“Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable.”

“My love for you is a prayer, she thought. Love is the only prayer I know. She thought she had never loved him so much as at this moment, when she heard the convent door close, hard and final, and felt the wall shutting her in.”

“She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.”

“She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?”

“A true woman loves a strong man because she knows his weaknesses. She protects as much as she is protected.”

“[She] is not permitted to reveal as much as she is suffered to know.”
Nec tantum prodere vati quantum scire licet.

“Maybe this is why Misty loved him. Loved you. Because you believed in her so much more than she did. You expected more from her than she did from herself.”

“She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that’s love.”