She had resolved never again to belong to another than herself.

Never, never!" whispered she. "What we did had a consecration of its own.

A woman must marry the man who loves her, but never the one she loves; that is the secret of lasting happiness.

When I was a young man I vowed never to marry until I found the ideal woman. Well, I found her but, alas, she was waiting for the ideal man.

I vowed I wouldn't get married until someone gave me one good reason to. No one ever did - but I got married anyway

You say that if a woman resolves not to marry till she finds herself addressed to by a man of strict virtue, she must be for ever single. If this be true, what wicked creatures are men! What a dreadful abuse of passions, given them for the noblest purposes, are they guilty of!

Marriage was not only impossible but unnecessary. He had only to say “Come” and she must obey; it was her destiny.

"Why don't you marry me?" "Because I don't want to. I don't want to marry any one." She felt stifled and ill, and she pushed him away, saying irritably: "Anyway, you're a Fascist, too." (Chapter 6, p106)