So this is how life was, she thought with a faint smile: It wore you down until you emerged at its wildest, most unexpected ends.

Well, if you weren't flirting with him"-his voice had now grown a little plaintive-"who was he, and what did you want with him anyway?" "If you are so determined to bore me, I may just have to go home." Astrid sighed carelessly, "What a shame, when I am wearing such a pretty dress.

Diana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.

It seemed to her as though everything that was good and true had been blasted out of the world. All those things had been crushed destroyed made to disappear.

He was just like summer, and she loved summer. If she had any wish, it would be to live a lifetime of summers.