She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face to the side, learning all at once that it was awkward to show a person all of one's love when one's nose was broken.

There will be no yelling at people who are bleeding themselves to unconsciousness.

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.

She'd lost her fury, somewhere, as they'd talked. She didn't feel it anymore. She wished she did, because she preferred it to the emptiness that had settled in its place.

A king who’s innocent of the things of which he’s guilty?

He said, ‘The moment I began to love you was the moment when you saw your fiddle smashed on the ground, and you turned away from me and cried against your horse. Your sadness is one of the things that makes you beautiful to me. Don’t you see that? I understand it. It makes my own sadness less frightening.

Bacon improved things dramatically.