“She was owner and captive, both, of a bitterly divided heart.”
“And love? Well, if sex is sweet and death is bitter, love is both. Love will always and forever break your heart.”
“Sometimes she felt that her heart would ssurely break. But she knew that hearts did not literally break because their owners were unhappy - and foolish. How dreadfully foolish she had been. Yet she clung to the memories as to a lifeline.”
“A bitter heart is never thankful & a thankful heart is never bitter.”
“It was one thing to divide the major assets, but how was it possible to divide the heart?”
“Two guys and I love them both. Loyalty divides and subtracts me from both of them.”