Some things are best mended by a break.
She was not accustomed to taste the joys of solitude except in company.
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
I can't love you unless I give you up.
Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.
The American landscape has no foreground and the American mind no background.