“Why couldn't women understand that hate could not hurt if there was no semblance of love?”
“Damn him. I could love. I had it all inside of me. If he knew so much about me, why couldn't he see that? If I didn't love him, how could it hurt so badly?”
“I couldn't hear his voice over the hammer of my heart. And I told myself over and over I should have known that someone who could love so hard and so well could also hate, and hurt, as deeply.”
“someone who could love so hard and so well could also hate, and hurt, as deeply”
“I could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other.”
“Diana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.”