One day we’ll all be dead and none of this will matter.

I’ve been heartbroken before. I really don’t know if I have the energy for it again.

But you felt safe.”“What sort of safe?”“Safe for me. Safe from harm. Every kind of safe.

We always want what we can’t have.

Goodness and happiness were gone for ever and nothing could be retrieved. This was going to end; and end terribly. The last three years had been spent trying to dodge their fate, but it was rushing up to meet them.

Life was getting dark around the edges. It was like he was moving through a tunnel that was becoming narrower and blacker and more choked and airless, and soon there would be nothing left for him to breathe and no room for him to move.

That one day you will be happy again. Your life will get better.

Life was all about timing.

Sometimes nothing is the very best thing one can do.