“Love wasn't love if she had to try too hard to feel it.”
“Carmen was bad at loving. She loved too hard.”
“Now she had to pretend not to love the man she was pretending to love while pretending she wasn't sleeping with him.”
“I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.”
“It was hard not to feel resentment that men weren't forced into these choices. Some days she felt that she would spend all her time trying to forget her life before children because she loved them too much to be reminded of the heat of Rome in the summer and a beautiful girl who turned heads as she walked down an Italian strada.”
“Would love be so different with someone else? Was love even possible with someone else? Love was supposed to be easy, wasn't it? Then why did she feel so tormented?”