“so if you love him, why keep him waiting for 13 years?""Because I was afraid. Afraid of not being worthy, afraid of not knowing how to love him, afraid of waking up one day and not loving him anymore.”

“The whirlwind of lifeIt was true. Sometimes life was like that, a wonderful whirlwind that fills us with joy, like a ride on a merry-go-round when we are children. A whirlwind of love and drunkenness when you sleep in someones arms, in a tiny bed, getting up for breakfast at midday because you've spent the morning making love. But sometimes a whirlwind destroys things, like a violent typhoon that tries to drag us down, when we have been caught by the storm, when we realize that we have to face the tempest alone. And we are afraid.”

“He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her.But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?”

“In years past, to keep their men close, women would wear a ring and bear children.It doesn't work like that today.Nowadays, how do we hold on to those we love?I've no idea.”

“Why was love such an addictive drug?Why did loving someone cause such suffering?”

“It's scary being loved. Because life is complicated and all too often it throws you off balance by sending you the right person at the wrong time.”

“He was the sort of guy who took a lot without giving her anything backThe more he hurt her the more desperately she loved him. Life's strange. Sometimes things happen almost as if we're punishing ourselves for some fault that we can't really identify.”