I would stay away from him and leave him to go his own road where there would be other women, countless other women, who would probably give him as much physical pleasure as he had had with me. I wouldn’t care, or at least I told myself that I wouldn’t care, because none of them would ever own him—own any larger piece of him than I now did.

She had power over the most magnificent forces on Earth, but she still didn’t feel like she had power over the most important thing of all—her own heart.

She was a woman of combined beauty and quiet strength. No wonder he had fallen in love with her so many years ago. No wonder he was in love with her now. And she would never know it.

Ah, mate. My soul loves yours. It does. But this lifetime, my body won’t get on board.

It's about more than us, now, can't you see? I love you, of course I do, but some things...some things just have to be done.

Were she better, or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he had Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/But in ourselves.

To know true love, even though it was impossible to keep, had finally cracked her heart open enough to let someone else in.

But how could anyone be grateful for what they have if they didn’t know what it was like not to have what they need?