She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.

Life was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.

I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.

It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her almost speechless. Then there was the fury with herself—for she had known what Henry’s love was, and still she had gone back to suffer a little more at his hands.

Henry turned his hat in his hands but went on looking at Diana in a way that made her want to crawl into his arms and stay there forever.

We see our sins reflected everywhere: in the pallor of our intimates’ faces, in the scratching of tree branches against windows, in the strange movements of everyday objects. These may be messages from God or tricks of the eye, but in neither case are we permitted to ignore them.

Things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.