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?

The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself.

Tears never were worth the effort of crying them.

Fear is a powerful beast, if it is allowed the mastery.

Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo. It just simply was.

The people we love are usually stronger than we give them credit for. It is the nature of love, perhaps, to want to shoulder all the pain rather than see the loved one suffer. But sometimes pain is better than emptiness. I have been so empty Kit. All my life. So full of emptiness. That is strange paradox is nit not - full of emptiness?