Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you`ll keep faith in me, you`ll remember who we are, and you`ll never feel despair.

She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.

My household is, in a nice way, very busy.

It was funny how the old practices always came around again. It was the rhythm of human enterprise to invent and worship some new approach, to fully reject it a generation later, to realize the need for it again a generation or two after that and then hastily reinvent it as new, usually without its original elegance. Scientists hated to look backward for anything.

How terrible would it be to just wait there pathetically alone for him never to show up?" Eudoxia's expression grew more serious. "That's what you're doing anyway, my dear.

I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.

We forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.