One day you will learn that love does not always betray you.

I can be hurt, she said, only by people I respect.

Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.

Love does not last forever, then?" "He asked me the same thing this morning," she said. "No, it does not - not love that has been betrayed. One realizes that one has loved a mirage, someone who never really existed. Not that love dies immediately or soon, even then. But it does die and cannot be revived.

There had to be a reason why they were not going to marry. They had both been so adamant about it. What the devil was the reason?

The real meaning of things lies deep down and the real meaning of things is always beautiful because it is simply love.

Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being. No one was shallow. Not really.