She had had no idea what it would do to her seeing him in a suit.

It seemed to her as though everything that was good and true had been blasted out of the world. All those things had been crushed destroyed made to disappear.

Good girls hold their heads high by daylight, Their grace and their virtue soaring with kites, While bad girls slink along in their shame- Everyone stares at them, everyone blames. But those bad girls sleep soundly at night, Ne'er do their consciences wake them in a fright, While our good girls toss and they turn- They lay awake for those who will burn.

Life was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.

It is well known that a man, when wooing a lady to be his wife, must first win over the females she most confides in—her friends, of course, and her sister, if she has one.

The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

Diana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.