It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.

Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched.

I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.

her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth

Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.

Always tell us where we are. And don't just tell us where something is, make it pay off. Use description of landscape to help you establish the emotional tone of the scene. Keep notes of how other authors establish mood and foreshadow events by describing the world around the character. Look at the openings of Fitzgerald stories, and Graham Greene, they're great at this.

I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something. But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn't worked.