“I was dying. I knew it. At least the pain was gone. I wanted to tell him that I loved him. Then darkness overtook me...”

“There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.”

“Why is it that you don't love me?""Sometimes I wish I knew...""Don't anybody tell him!!”

“I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him...that was a part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn't matter that he couldn't love me, that had nothing to do with it. But if I couldn't forgive him, then I could not love him, and that part of me was gone. And I found eventually that I wanted it back."({Lord John, Drums of Autumn}”

“I was guilty and irritated and full of love and pain. I wanted to kick him and I wanted to take him in my arms.”

“I knew that I could hate him all I wanted for the way he was hurting me, but I couldn’t ever stop loving him, absolutely, for what he was.”