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.

She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.

Knowing where she was in the world, even if he never touched her, gave him a deep satisfaction, and he half despised himself for being satisfied with so little.

How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time.

Wear them, they will make you brave.

She hadn't chosen the brave life. She'd chosen the small, fearful one.

The bottom had arrived. She crashed against it, but it brought no sense of closure or understanding. She just lay there at the bottom looking up. She knew there must be a very tiny circle of light up there somewhere, but just now she couldn’t see it.