To be relieved of love, she thought, was to give up a terrible burden.
I think about the hurt that stories cannot ease, not with a thousand tellings.
And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.
Love and marriage are wonderful arenas in which to place a character. We are most likely to risk our morals and beliefs while in love. Betrayal gives tremendous insights into a character as well.
love is ... something extraordinary that happens to ordinary people.
That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.