“After all, my erstwhile dear,My no longer cherished,Need we say it was not love,Just because it perished?”
“I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even.”
“But we are not what the other one needs, still he is certain that I will find great love in my life someday. He is sure of it. After all, he says, beauty attracts beauty.”
“Because you let our love just fall apartYou no longer have my heart”
“The rules of magic, my dear, are best not discussed. For once we understand the illusion, we no longer believe in it.”
“Better to be whipped than humoured; better to be crushed than cherished.… It was a woman told me that. I live in a world of men, my dear,’ Lymond had said. ‘I love you all, but I shall never marry you.”