There is only one real number: one. And love, apparently, is the best exponent of this singularity.
He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.
One is always at home in one's past.
Adultery is a most conventional way to rise above the conventional.
I am not, and never was, and never could have been, a brutal scoundrel.
Most of the dandelions had changed from suns to moons.