I thought I did; but perhaps I knew as little about love as you know about religion.

Perhaps I shall find a real love some day which will be as different from my friendship for you as this new knowledge is different from the religion that Cousin Maria taught me.
I'm very sorry, but I can never marry you now." "You would have given up your religion fast enough if you had really cared for me," sneered Tremaine.
Elisabeth pondered for a moment, with the old contraction of her eyebrows.

"I don't think so, because, as I told you before, it isn't really my doing at all.

It isn't that I won't give up my religion--it is my religion that won't give up me.

Supposing that a blind man wanted to marry me on condition that I would believe, as he did, that the world is dark: I couldn't believe it, however much I loved him.