The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything. I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words.
She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems… Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her…
(The Little Prince)
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry