How bewitched I was! How could there be any good in a woman that everybody spoke ill of? - Thomas Hardy

Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is afterwards recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene, which seems ordained to be her special medium of manifestation throughout all the pages of his memory.

But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.

...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes