“What a situation!' cried Miss Squeers; '...What is the reason that men fall in love with me, whether I like it or not, and desert their chosen intendeds for my sake?' 'Because they can't help it, miss,' replied the girl; 'the reason's plain.' (If Miss Squeers were the reason, it was very plain.)”
“Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed”
“What do you mean, Phib?" asked Miss Squeers, looking in her own little glass, where, like most of us, she saw - not herself, but the reflection of some pleasant image in her own brain.”
“Many lovers have come and goneSome I miss and some I don't.Some were handsome, none were plain; My good fortune, I suppose.”
“The only reason he can miss you is because he’s choosing, every day, not to be with you.”
“You can't trust reason. We threw it out of the ad profession long ago and have never missed it.”