He did a very good impression of a stone column.
Don't beat yourself up," said Charlotte. "True love can be so easily mistaken for other things-friendship, humane concern, indigestion.
Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts.
. . . as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.
... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.
Seriously, a thirty-something woman shouldn't be daydreaming about a fictional character in a two-hundred-year-old world to the point where it interfered with her very real and much more important life and relationships. Of course she shouldn't.