She still felt, or at least feared, that Ivan was a good man and she had lost a prize. But if he was a good man, how could he leave me? So he must not be a good man. But if he isn't good, then why does it hurt so much to lose him? Is it just my pride that's wounded?

Am I a liar, or is he mistaken? I am the only fit judge of what is in my heart, I think

I have to trust everyone and yet there's no one I can really be sure of You can be sure of me she looked at him, searching his face. I've known you so little t…

I took the leap, yes, but I didn't like the ledge where I landed - I fought the bear, I kissed the princess, but now I don't want to be king. Well, where in th…

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half brokenhearted, To sever for years.

Love is dead; let lovers' eyes Locked in endless dreams Th' extreme of all extremes Ope no more, for now Love dies.

That Kitty was capable of any deep grief was unbelievable. He had gradually grown to think of her as something unapproachable and callous. She would get a divo…