“After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.”
“… Her heart remained empty once more, and the procession of days all alike began again. So they were going to follow one another, like this, in line, always identical, innumerable, bringing nothing!”
“She began to be reassured by these pains, tangible symbols of her success in becoming thinner than anyone else. Her only identity was being "the skinniest." She had to feel it.”
“The future rose up ahead of her, a succession of empty days, each more daunting and unknowable than the one before her.”
“She began to sacrifice that old identity to live in her new one. It was the new life, after all, that everyone wanted.”
“Men's best successes come after their disappointments.”