I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.

. . . and I don’t expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We’re not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.

My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.

Sometimes I miss the old me.

Love can make us do dreadful things.

He's earned a lifetime of peace and happiness, but some people never get what they deserve. That's why there are saints in gutters and sadists in palaces.

A divided heart offers a strange sensation.