A lost love. Deny it who will, ridicule it, treat it as mere imagination and sentiment, the thing is and will be; and women do suffer therefrom, in all its infinite varieties: loss by death, by faithlessness or unworthiness, and… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
