Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest.Ann Radcliffe (1764 - 1823), The Mysteries of Udolpho, 1764
- 16th September
2011 - 16
Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest.Ann Radcliffe (1764 - 1823), The Mysteries of Udolpho, 1764
