I'll tell you what I'm fighting for. Not for England, nor her allies, nor any patriotic cause. It's all come down to the hope of being with you.

Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings.

I'd sell my soul to have you. In my whole life, you'll always be what I wanted most." ~ Hardy Cates

... He didn't know how to say good-bye. His throat ached from the strain of holding back his emotions. “I don't want to leave you,” he said humbly, reaching for her cold, stiff hands. Emma lowered her head, her tears falling freely. “I'll never see you again, will I?” He shook his head. “Not in this lifetime,” he said hoarsely. She pulled her hands away and wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her wet lashes brush his cheek. “Then I'll wait a hundred years,” she whispered. “Or a thousand, if I must. Remember that, Nikki. I'll be waiting for you to come to me.

Only someone who had experienced such bitter despair would be able to recognize it in another.

He stared at me with bitter understanding. We both knew there was no room in this for friendship. Nothing left but childhood history.

When you are in love' hypocrisy won over principle.