Sometimes it’s the things that are all around us that are hardest to see, especially love.

Just as love blinds us to imperfections in others, it magnifies those we see in ourselves. But if this is true, then the opposite must also be the case. We can take comfort in the fact that our faults will be invisible to those who love us. The success or failure of any relationship depends not just on how we feel about each other, but on how we make each other feel about ourselves.

Her chest felt like it was a hollow cavity encasing a cold, hard rock.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we – Of many far wiser than we – And neither the angels in Heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

Maybe, just like her, he needed to drown out all that was wrong, all that was thrown at him, and to check out for a while.

The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about. – Oscar Wilde.

I don’t know what I’m doing... I’m failing at everything that matters to me.

She had nothing left to lose and she needed him to herself, for just a little while.

She had penetrated his dream, but not in the way he penetrated hers.

She would never, she thought, be allowed to enjoy a moments pleasure without an eternity of pain.