If you were mine, I’d never leave you, Prudence. I couldn’t.
It’s not that I wait for you.It’s that my arms are doors I cannot close.
There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.
You are not in love. Love is inside you longing for expression.
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.
There’s nothing good about goodnight when it means goodbye.
Perhaps it is better not to tell what you wish. if you cannot have it.
The very people you trusted most could become like strangers in their longing…