“Could a love of that magnitude die? If it was true love, could it ever die? Was there such a thing as true love?”

“Love does not last forever, then?""He asked me the same thing this morning," she said. "No, it does not - not love that has been betrayed. One realizes that one has loved a mirage, someone who never really existed. Not that love dies immediately or soon, even then. But it does die and cannot be revived.”

“But that is what life is all about, he said. "It is about dreaming and making those dreams come true with effort and determination - and love.”

“Hugo could cheerfully have died of mortification - if such a mass of contradictions had been possible.”

“Except that love - that mysterious, vast, all-encompassing power - could not possibly be contained in a single word.”

“I am free, you see," she said, "to love or to withhold love. Love and dependence need no longer be the same thing to me. I am free to love. That is why I love you, and it is the way I love you.”

“And he knew at that moment that love world never die, that it would never fade away altogether. The time might come when he would meet and marry someone else. He might even be reasonably happy. But there would always be a deep precious place in his heart that belonged to his first real love.”