“Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.”

“He treasured her, treasured her tears, treasured her love for others. Her heart might even be big enough to fill that empty space in his own chest. Perhaps she could be his heart as well.”

“She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters.”

“I convinced her that her first loyalty isn't to other people, but to her own feelings.”

“She didn't use the misery of others to cultivate her own smugness, true, but at least I didn't go about eating all their food.”

“Love is not only pure joy, and delight, but also great and deep heaviness of heart and sorrow. But love too is full of joy and sweetness even in bitter sorrow, because it regards the misery and injury of others as its own. So also Christ was glowing with burning love in His last and greatest agony. According to St. Hilary, it was Christ's greatest joy that He endured the greatest woe. Thus God "giveth strength and power unto His people" (Ps. 68:15). While they experience the greatest sorrow, their hearts overflow with joy.”