“What was the difference between love and the agony of waiting? Like love, the agony of waiting began in the muscles somewhere around the upper belly but soon spread out to the chest, the thighs, and the forehead, to invade the entire body with numbing force.”
“There was pain and then there was agony. Hello, agony. I’d been waiting for you. Finish me off. Please.”
“Love was an agony beyond compare”
“And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.”
“...History it seemed could be something entirely different a splash of blood whose agony didn't fade overnight or over centuries.”
“Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.”