“I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heartso hard, it hurt me.”

“But, here was a curious thing. The more I tried to give up thinking of her, the more I said to myself, 'She's nothing to you', the harder I tried to pluck the idea of her out of my heart, the more ...”

“Don't you be thinking,' she says, 'on things that are done and can't be changed. All right, dear girl? You think of the time to come.”

“She said, 'It is filled with all the words for how I want you.”

“For she was the only one, of all of them, to have spared me a pleasant word; and suddenly I longed for time to pass, not for its own sake, but as it would take me back to her.”

“But the more I think it, the more I want her, the more my desire rises and swells.”

“We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one”

“There are hours for rest, and hours for wakefulness; nights for sobriety and nights for drunkenness(if only so that possession of the former allows us to discern the latter when we have it; for sad...”

“Well enough, I reply. Remember, youre drunk. And happy. Youre supposed to be lusting over your escort. Try smiling a little more. like Im lusting? This is me, lusting. His lashes flutter at me. bet...”

“Of course it would be hard. But I remembered what my nurseryman grandfather used to say when I didnt want to go to school: half the work in the world was done by people who didnt feel so good today.”

“I've never minded it," he went on. "Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew one's own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.”

“There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison”

“Don't you be thinking,' she says, 'on things that are done and can't be changed. All right, dear girl? You think of the time to come.”

“But it's the simple and the good that are meant to suffer in this worldain't it, though!”

“Don't you be thinking,' she says, 'on things that are done and can't be changed. All right, dear girl? You think of the time to come.”