As she sits in a booth, it never occurs to her to observe herself, and thus she is spared the image of a girl sitting alone in a bar on Saturday night. A girl who is willing to give every ounce of herself to someone, who could never betray her lover, who never suspects maliciousness of anyone, and whose sexuality sleeps within her, waiting to be stirred. .... She keeps working to make connections, but the pile of near misses is starting to overwhelm her. What Mirabelle needs is some omniscient voice to illuminate and spotlight her, and to inform everyone that this one has value, this one over here, the one sitting in the bar by herself, and then to find her counterpart and bring him to her.

A girl's affections should never be won unsought.

But when you give a girl an opportunity, she will never, ever embarrass you or let you down.

Well he knew she was one of those women who, giving themselves, give wholly, reckoning not the cost; love of body and of soul, strength of arm in the daily task, the unmeasured devotion of a spirit that does not waver. So precious the gift appeared to him that he dared not ask it.

You ask what a nice girl will do? She won't give an inch, but she won't say no.

The girl was absorbed in him, without consciousness or shame.

...for a girl with eyes like hers has a will and is not ruled by anyone but a lover.

My dear girl, I love you ever and ever and without reserve.

A girl doesn't need anyone who doesn't need her

She remained both girl and woman to the last day of her life. Under a grave and gentle exterior burned inextinguishable fires of sympathy, energy, devotion, enthusiasm, and absolutely limitless affection.

And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong

Be that strong girl that everyone knew would make it through the worst, be that fearless girl, the one who would dare to do anything, be that independent girl who didn't need a man; be that girl who never backed down.

Love never claims, it ever gives. Love ever suffers, never resents never revenges itself.

for she was invaded by a kind of love which every girl has gone through — the love of the unknown, love in its vaguest form,