And why love things you were destined to lose? Why let yourself feel things if the feelings were doomed to die?
Do people always fall in love with things they can't have?''Always,' Carol said, smiling, too.
She had seen just now what she had only sensed before, that the whole world was ready to be their enemy, and suddenly what she and Carol had together seemed no longer love or anything happy but a mons...
He was waiting, I think, for me to cross that space and take him in my arms again—waiting, as one waits at a deathbed for the miracle one dare not disbelieve, which will not happen.