Amor verus numquam moritur: True love never dies
Will looked up in apparent relief when Charlotte and Tessa came in. "Will," Charlotte said, "You remember Miss Gray?" "My recollection of her," said Will, "is most vivid indeed.
You love him as a falcon loves his master who binds and blinds it.
All knowledge hurts.
I screwed her over. I didn't want to see her screwed over by someone else.
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?