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“Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn't underneath it”
“Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.”
“He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.”
“I still had this idea that there was a whole world of marvelous golden people somewhere, as far ahead of me as the seniors at Rye when I was in the sixth grade; people who knew everything instincti...”
“And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.”
“It seemed as though he gave way all at once; he was so languid that he could not control his thoughts; they would wander to her; they would bring back the scene,- not of his repulse and rejection t...”
“Till then I wasn't alive, I longed for you like the love sick moon pulls the tide”
“You can miss a person you've never known.”
“But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.”
“I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.”
“I miss you every second of every minute, every minute of every hour, every hour of everyday.”
“I know she is coming I know she will look And that is the longing And this is the book.”
“Jack is somewhere in this city, right now. The thought was like passing by a house where someone was grilling in the back yard. You could smell it, but it wasn't yours, and you couldn't just barge ...”
“But I said that you could still want something that is very unlikely to happen.”
“And how do you really feel?Like I'll never recover. Like I'll never draw another breath without half of it being a wish for him.”
“I call him my friend, but in the last year it's seemed too casual a word for what Gale is to me. A pang of longing shoots through my chest. If only he was with me now! But of course, I don't want t...”
“The restlessness and the longing, like the longing that is in the whistle of a faraway train. Except that the longing isn't really in the whistleit is in you.”
“But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so much in common with a cow stretching its neck through a gate for better grass.”
“Looking from the window at the fantastic light and colour of my glittering fairy-world of fact that holds no tenderness, no quietude, I long suddenly for peace, for understanding.”
“...and I suddenly feel that Henry is there, incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hand on me even while it seems to me that Henry is the rain and I am alone and wanting him- Clare”
