We love the things we love for what they are.
Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
True love is rare, and it’s the only thing that gives life real meaning.
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.