"I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that"
"You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside."
"One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking."
"No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily."
"You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all."
"Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read."