Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery.

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

She considered herself unconventional.

Already she could feel the stunning weight of a lifetime of regret for letting him go, and she knew that it was enought to bury her alive.

She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.

You don’t need to marry a man with millions. You only need to be your exquisite self.

That was the way love was, she guessed-it left you always unsteady on your feet.