“My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turnedwith as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face tothe sun.”
“I missed his voice in my head, in my ears. I missed his face. His smile.”
“If I try to summon back his face, the sound of his voice, and the sensation in my stomach like a key turning in a lock when he touched me, I lose everything.”
“Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.”
“Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?”
“He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips.”