“She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all”
“She had told him that she loved him. He had known that, but hearing it in the traditional phrase had affected him in new and blinding ways.Ways that made him believe that he could do anything.Anything she needed or wanted him to do. Because her loving him meant so much more than him loving her.”
“What did she love Shelley for? His reckless spontaneity -- like this. His helpless generous nature -- like this. His treatment of her as a reasonable human being and not a trembling little rose -- and so on. If she loved him for these things, could she hate him for them? Could she?”
“She had no idea when she'd stopped loathing him so much.”
“He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.”