The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.
Margaret GeorgeOne always imagines that the days that change one’s life must be marked with something extraordinary in nature—storms and lightning, darkness at noon, and so on. In truth they are indistinguishable from any other, which is one reason we feel mocked, as if the world is telling us we are inconsequential.
Margaret GeorgeWe are always tortured by our memory of the last time we were with anyone, what we said, what we did not say.
Margaret GeorgeBoredom is that awful state of inaction when the very medicine - that is, activity - which could solve it, is seen as odious.
Margaret GeorgeNow I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sweet deaths.
Margaret George