The value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.
I do not have any home. So why should I be homesick?
And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want--I want--I want--was all that she could think about--but just what this real want was she did no know.
The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.
She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram fall of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.