Shyness is a curious thing, because, like quicksand, it can strike people at any time, and also, like quicksand, it usually makes its victims look down.

They looked at each other like a pair of parentheses.

For Beatrice, summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you, is even colder.

[I]t was the color of someone buying you an ice cream cone for no reason at all.

I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.

He who hesitates is lost

I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone.