You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.

She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.

Still doing your best to ruin the horses, I see.

It was a very hard thing to have crushed the heart, and the hopes, of a friend.

I don’t often know who should read what book. It’s a little bit like trying to set people up on a date - a good match is unpredictable and mysterious.

I think.' she said, 'that sometimes we don't feel the things that we are. But others can feel them.

Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.