Life cracked like ice!
She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.
Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses
Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.
Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?