I was born to be your rival,' she [Anne] said simply. 'And you mine. We're sisters, aren't we?

She looked at me as if for a moment she would seek someone who would understand the dreadful predicament of a woman, in this world ruled by men.

... all that that I learn just teaches me that I know nothing.

It is not love that matters, Mistress Boy, it is what you choose to do with it. What’d you choose to do with yours?

When a woman thinks her husband is a fool, her marriage is over. They may part in one year or ten; they may live together until death. But if she thinks he is a fool, she will not love him again.

If it has to be done at all, it must be done with grace.

You can smile when your heart is breaking because you're a woman.