“My name, from his lips. It still made my heart leap.”

“I still need you," I murmured. He rested his forehead against mine and closed his eyes, his breathing irregular. Then his lips found mine again. It made my heart ache, made my soul ache. I loved him far too much.”

“Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd.Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies:O write it not, my hand - the name appearsAlready written - wash it out, my tears!In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays,Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.”

“I still wake with your name on my lips every morning.”

“My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.”

“Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore -- And in my heart a name My lips shall speak no more. ”