“I love my love with a b because she is peculiar.”

“When person A loves person B," he began, "person A gets upset at the thought of never seeing person B again."He meant me.He meant he loved me.But now I knew that love was a poisonous thing. It had turned me into a murderer. I would die with my secret before I would tell."It's better that way," I lied, "because person B doesn't love person A back.”

“DAD: Why didn't you say this when it happened?ME: It's complicated.Don't they know that regret begets regret begets regret?DR. B: Vera, you need to answer the question.ME: Because I loved Charlie too much.DAD: Loved him?DR. B: Is that all?ME: Because I hated Charlie too much.”

“Many years before, she had read, and recognized as true, the words of W. B. Yeats: 'A Pity beyond all telling is hit at the heart of love'. She had smiled over the poem, and stroked the page, because she had known both that she loved Colin, and that compassion formed a huge part of her love.”

“After another moment's silence she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.”

“My love was alive, not because I was loved, but because I myself loved!”