She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.

You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.

Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.

Her voice is full of money.

For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.

No such thing as a man willing to be honest - that would be like a blind man willing to see.

...one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.