“Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again. ”

“A slightly crazed expression came into her eyes. She hit him again, harder.”

“Agonized by her longing to go on thinking of her lover, and her fear of damnation if she does, she has hit on the idea of praying God to make her forget him and as she keeps on making this prayer every minute of the day, she's found a way of never letting him out of her mind.”

“She wanted that lifetime. She would never leave him,and even better, he would never let her go.”

“It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. I wanted to be the last one she loved. And I knew I wasn’t. I knew it, and I hated her for it. I hated her for not caring about me. I hated her for leaving that night, and I hated myself , too, not only because I let her go but because if I had been enough for her, she wouldn’t have even wanted to leave. She would have just lain with me and talked and cried, and I would have listened and kissed at her tears as they pooled in her eyes.”

“Her grief still burdened her, and she knew she would bear it the rest of her days.”