I love you more than I can express, or can ever hope to express

I am no faint-heart when it comes to the unpleasant truth. Indeed I have always taken a bracing sort of pleasure in facing it.

But we disposable women have to be realistic in this life, you know. Else we get itchy and discontented and start contemplating the kitchen knife and wondering whether it wouldn't look nicer between someone's shoulder-blades.

It is presumptuous to draw conclusions about a person from what one has heard

You cannot believe everything you hear

Society can only hurt if you care for its opinion

No expectations mean there is no risk of disappointment.