I feel myself dissolving, vanishing into nothingness, for if there is no one in the world who cares for you, do you really exist at all?
Her eyes met his, but she looked quickly away; entangling gazes with Will was confusing at best, dizzying at worst.
The best lies are based on the truth, at least in part.
Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn’t love me Must I be born with so little art As to love a man who’ll break my Heart.
I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.
Break a leg up there, and I’ll be down here hopefully breaking someone elses.
He was gazing at her, the way one did when one felt one was unobserved. He had that look on his face, the look he usually got only when he was playing the violin, as if he were completely caught up and entranced.
You promise me, he said. That you love him. Enough to marry him and make him happy.
Can I touch your mango?
No real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin.
Sometimes carrying the burden of an upsetting truth, and hiding it, is actually a gift you give to someone else. You bear that burden, so they don’t have to, in a situation where telling them will change nothing.
You couldn’t change the past. You could only go forward.
Gold to airy thinness beat.
When two people are at one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze.
When I first arrived in London, I so quickly tired of being surrounded by so many people that it was only with great difficulty that I refrained from seizing the next unfortunate who crossed my path and committing violent acts upon their person.
You are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.
You love each other – anyone can see that, looking at you – that kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory.
All the stories are true.
We are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.
I have the benefit of experience which tells me that sulking solves nothing.