Life is hard. It is. And it's like, I don't want anybody feeling any pain.

The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.

Ardor, n. The quality that distinguishes love without knowledge.

You can't blame gravity for falling in love.

You call it madness but I call it love.

It's been a long time. How have you been doing? I'm fine. How are you? You're looking very handsome today, Addolgar the Handsome, lord of my loins. At least that was what she'd like to say to him, but...

He glared at Lucian in the manner of birds, first peering through one eye and then turning his head to peer through the other, apparently finding both views equally loathsome.

Let me out! Let me out! Let me out! Wait -- let me back in!... Let me in! Let me in! Let me in! Wait -- let me back out!

I don't need to write. Madness or suicide are other options, though not nearly as compelling. But I want to create; I hope to create worlds in my own image, admittedly a self-centered plan. I want...

Romanticism in loneliness is a true romanticism

You could always call her secretive, masking her feelings beautifully lest anyone intrude into her inmost realm of hidden thoughts. It was a defense Urmila had evolved since childhood.

There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience.

She heard Piers give an excited little cry and someone gave an excited little cry in return, and Grace Vaughn appeared in the open doorway, laden down with garment bags. For one fleeting moment, Ellie...

... it's always somebody's fault - I blame you for my helpless love - do you think I chose this? Your beauty compelled me...

From long experience she knew that she wore her loneliness like armor. Very few people ever recognized it for what it was. To the casual observer it looked very much like arrogance. Sometimes it was.

In all of her immortal life, Morweena had never felt so alone, helpless or weak. So scared.

... the older I get, the more I believe that if love is to be judged by most of its visible effects, it looks more like hatred than friendship.

Poirot, watching him, felt suddenly a doubt - - an uncomfortable twinge. Was there, here, something that he had missed? Some richness of the spirit? Sadness crept over him. Yes, he should have become...

Love is a lady. Lust is a tramp.

This is what I'm supposed to be doing this summer. This is how I'm supposed to be passing my days. Figuring out the secret to how she was the most joyful person when she was dying. Because I'm living,...

WHY did she do this? She was a terrible drunk texter. All the things she wanted to say to people during the day came out at night, like a vampire.

I strike fear into you because I am a man?" "It isn't funny." "I do not laugh. It is a sad thing, yes, that your husband is a man. A very terrible thing.

You do not get to choose who you love.

Only the hopeless love God.

Septimus has been working too hard - that was all she could say to her own mother. To love makes one solitary, she thought.

I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.

She was going to drink after her shift was finished. That kind of drinking where you make a wilderness and tear a path in. You meet someone else there, deep in the woods. Go home together. Claw your...

How many other lives are hidden, and hearts are seeking? How many would give anything in the world to be held by the person they love?

He wanted desperately to love her, to be able to make her happy, to be a family with her and their children. He wanted the dream - home, wife, children, love, happiness. Not fleetingly - gone almost...

It was necessary that I leave Schruns and go to New York to rearrange publishers. I did my business in New York and when I got back to Paris I should have caught the first train from the Gare de l'Est...