You might drop your heart into me and you'd never hear it touch bottom.

Wind moving through grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion I don't even understand.

The truth is that every true admirer of the novels cherishes the happy thought that he alone - reading between the lines - has bcome the secret friend of their author.

roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.

... I'd always rather be with people who loved me too little rather than with people who loved me too much.

I love the evening star. Does that sound foolish? I used to go into the backyard, after sunset, and wait for it until it shone above the dark gum tree. I used to whisper 'There you are, my darling.' And just in that first moment it seemed to be shining for me alone. It seemed to understand this ... something which is like longing, and yet it is not longing. Or regret - it is more like regret.

To long for everything: sorrow; to accept everything: joy.