In years past, to keep their men close, women would wear a ring and bear children. It doesn't work like that today. Nowadays, how do we hold on to those we love? I've no idea.

As long as you remember the person who loved you, and whom you still love, then you're making love endure.

He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her. But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?

A miserable collection of little secrets, that's all any of us is.

It seemed as if I could see things in her that others couldn't see, qualities which not even she was aware of. It was as I I could already see in her the woman she would later become.

When you decide to hit rock bottom, humiliation is part of the deal.

You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.