“Shrieking Brookes name as loudly as I could, out in the corridor, I brought her running quickly to my room.Whats happened, whats wrong? she immediately cried concerned, legging it up the stairs two...”

“This seems to be happening more and more, the dreams from the past blurring into reality and sadly, I preferred to be in the dream world rather than reality.”

“Sometimes you just need the comforts of home, the familiarity of your own family bed and only the pampering a mother can do.”

“What would your young students say, who have come so far to hear you and prefer your severe lectures to ease of a worldly life, if they should discover you secretly a slave to your passions and a v...”

“We are all a slave to our passions”

“Time they say is a great healer, but in this case, I am not sure that is true.”

“Don't cry over someone who wouldn't cry over you.”

“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: youre falling to the floor crying ...”

“Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up.”

“What would your young students say, who have come so far to hear you and prefer your severe lectures to ease of a worldly life, if they should discover you secretly a slave to your passions and a v...”

“We are all a slave to our passions”

“It became evident, that in Paris, only one man could fulfil Heloises educational needs, Peter (or as the French called him, Pierre) Abelard, a thirty-seven year old philosopher and teacher”

“Though there had yet to be a victor in this great war that had begun almost three years ago, Maurice had written to her that they had, all of them, on all sides, lost their freedom. Freedom to thin...”

“Then I thought, boy, isn't that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad.”

“I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air ...”