The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.

This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.

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?

A sunrise or sunset can be ablaze with brilliance and arouse all the passion, all the yearning, in the soul of the beholder.

The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.

He wished someone in the course of history had thought of striking that word and all its derivatives from the English Language - happy, happier, happiest, happiness. What the devil did the words really mean anyway? Why not just the word pleasure, which was far more... well, pleasant.

Even friends need private spaces, if only within the depths of their own souls, where no one else is allowed to intrude.