“How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!”

“Even in the common affairs of life, in love, friendship, and marriage, how little security have we when we trust our happiness in the hands of others!”

“How we love to love things for other people; how we love to have other people love things through our eyes.”

“Strange how complicated we can make things just to avoid showing what we feel!”

“It's strange how men feel they have the right to criticize a woman's appearance to her face.”

“And how madly we did worship! And how sweet it was to worship! Ah, lad, cherish love's young dream while it lasts! You will know too soon how truly little Tom Moore sang when he said that there was nothing half so sweet in life. Even when it brings misery it is a wild, romantic misery, all unlike the dull, worldly pain of after-sorrows. When you have lost her—when the light is gone out from your life and the world stretches before you a long, dark horror, even then a half-enchantment mingles with your despair.”

“By feeling the sunshine, or pleasure, we end up forgetting all of our miseries, or pains in life.”

“How ridiculous and how strange to be surprised at anything which happens in life”

“In relationships, we deeply crave to be with someone who understands how we feel, but we don't even take the time to understand how we feel.”

“It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult.”