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...

Why did he kiss you? she said.

The heart makes its choices without weighing the consequences. It doesn't look ahead to the lonely nights that follow.

And I was upset to find how really reluctant I was to leave my little flat. It was as if I was almost frightened. Spasms of prophetic homesickness pierced me as I rearranged the china and dusted it...

It's not fair to show someone the sun and then to banish him from it. Even the devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes that he's there alone.

Galatea was a serious girl. She was pale and looked like tears all over. Big Ed passed his hand through his hair and said hello. She looked at him steadily. Where have you been? Why did you do this to...

She pulsed, invisibly, like a quasar. I can't describe women, but if you know Duke Pearson's 'After the Rain', she was as beautiful and pure as that. Real things had happened to her to make her how...

The movie I was working on, "Cleopatra", it's about how destructive a force love can be. But maybe that's what every story is about.

Love is universal migraine, A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason. Symptoms of true love Are leanness, jealousy, Laggard dawns; Are omens and nightmares - Listening for a knock, Waiting for...

Ashley watched her go and saw her square her small shoulders as she went. And that gesture went to his heart, more than any words she had spoken.

"To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says, 'Why was I not made of stone like thee?'"

...always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was...

almost fanatically, began to see another man, and although she still clung on to Williams for his money, it was quite obvious to him that she didn't love him

Love. Love wasn't sweet and light, it was visceral and overpowering. Love wasn't patient, love wasn't kind. Love was ferocious, love knew how to play dirty.

For a moment we glared at each other, stubborn as cats on the stable wall, full of mutual resentment and something darker, the old sense between sisters that there is only really room in the world for...

Shame, I do believe, is the most powerful emotion known to man; most discoveries and journeys of importance have been accomplished because of the ignominy that would be the result if the attempt was...

That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed.

Pulling away, I realized I had no place to go and nothing I wanted to do except satisfy my curiosity about a woman who was coming on like gangbusters and a big load of grief.

He could be ruined again and again by hope, but he would never be capable of belief.

Maybe this is how I'll go, in a fit of laughter, what could be better, laughing and crying, laughing and singing, laughing so as to forget that I am alone, that it is the end of my life, that death is...

But why can't everyone have the memories? I think it would seem a little easier if the memories were shared. You and I wouldn't have to bear so much by ourselves, if everybody took a part. The Giver...

women never learn to dispense with the sentimental motive in their judgments of men.

Read it. But later that fall he seemed to have second thoughts about cooperating and, though I didn't know it, was hit

The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that...

Camille? Her voice quiet and girlish and unsure. You know how people sometimes say they have to hurt because if they don't, they're so numb they won't feel anything? Mmm. What if it's the opposite?...