“Just to be in love seemed the most blissful luxury I had ever known. The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return—that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness. For a moment I felt that I had discovered a great truth.”

“The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return - that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness.”

“...perhaps it is loving that counts, not the being loved in return- that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness.”

“Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can.”

“The key to all knowledge comes in words of just one syllable, apparently.... There's only the last page left to write on. I'll fill it with words of just one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you. ~Cassandra”

“Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.”