Most people are so busy knocking themselves out trying to do everything they think they should, they never get around to do what they want to do.
If you had better sense you’d have learned by now that nothing thrives so well as wickedness
War makes strangers bedfellows.
It seemed that up until this moment she had been only half alive.
Everything matters, but nothing matters very much.
the end of anything is a relief. In every relationship, even the most valuable, there are certain unpleasant tensions - and the ending of it snaps those taut inner wires.