Your man's love is a child's love for butterflies.

You follow till you have the thing, and break it.

If you have broken one wing, and the thing flies still, then you love it more than ever, and follow till you break both; then you are satisfied when it lies still on the ground." "You are profoundly wise in the ways of the world; you have seen far into life," he said.
He might as well have sneered at the firelight.
"I have seen enough to tell me that you love me because you cannot bear to be resisted, and want to master me.

You liked me at first because I treated you and all men with indifference.

You resolved to have me because I seemed unattainable.