You could not give up a human heart as you could give up drinking. The drink was yours, and you could give it up: but your loverโs soul was not your own: it was not at your disposal; you had a duty towards it.
T. H. WhiteI can imagine nothing more terrifying than an Eternity filled with men who were all the same. The only thing which has made life bearableโฆhas been the diversity of creatures on the surface of the globe.
T. H. WhiteShe hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.
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