“There are some beings, whom fate seems to select on whom to pour, in unmeasured portion, the vials of her wrath, and whom she bathes even to the lips in misery.”
“Now, even more than the evening before, he could think of no one with whom to compare her. She had become absolute, beyond comparison. She had become decision and fate.”
“We are not judicious in love; we do not select those whom we ought to love, but those whom we cannot help loving.”
“...we are willing to lose ourselves in another as we exchange fates with one whom we love but on whom our heart is nevertheless impaled.”
“Even without a bite to mark her perfect, creamy skin, they’d know to whom she belonged.”
“No one can usurp the heights...But those to whom the miseries of the worldAre misery, and will not let them rest.”