“Diana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.”
“The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.”
“And all the time she felt the reflection of his hopelessness in her. She couldn't quite, quite love in hoplessness. And he, being hopeless, couldn't ever love at all.”
“I was beginning to understand. My grandmother's love was cold because she was afraid of things; that was why everything had to be perfect.”
“Maybe she should stop reading those damn romance novels. They were giving her crazy expectations.”
“She couldn't imagine why there was such a difference between those children and her. She couldn't imagine why she and all these other people with her had to be treated this way. Who decided this, and what for?”