I won't telephone him. I'll never telephone him again as long as I live. He'll rot in hell, before I'll call him up. You don't have to give me strength, God; I have it myself. If he wanted me, he could get me. He knows where I am. He knows I'm waiting here. He's so sure of me, so sure. I wonder why they hate you, as soon as they are sure of you.

I got my heart's desire, and there my troubles began.

I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

Physical love is unthinkable without violence.

No matter how close we are to another person, few human relationships are as free from strife, disagreement, and frustration as is the relationship you have with a good dog. Few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself. I also suspect that we cherish dogs because their unblemished souls make us wish - consciously or unconsciously - that we were as innocent as they are, and make us yearn for a place where innocence is universal and where the meanness, the betrayals, and the cruelties of this world are unknown.

I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.

My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.

Someone real, I hear myself saying. Someone who never has to pretend, and who I never have to pretend around. Someone who's smart, but knows how to laugh at himself. Someone who would listen to a symphony and start to cry, because he understands music can be too big for words. Someone who knows me better than I know myself. Someone I want to talk to first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Someone I feel like I've known my whole life, even if I haven't.

Because isn't that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn't that the simple magic phrase?

When it comes to men, deal with them as they are, not how you'd like them to be.

People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.

I believe in love the verb, not the noun.

To cheat one's self out of love is the greatest deception of which there is no reparation in either time or eternity.

Jealousy is always born with love, but does not always die with it.

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.

Never have a companion who casts you in the shade.

A woman we love rarely satisfies all our needs, and we deceive her with a woman whom we do not love.

A man keeps another's secret better than he does his own. A woman, on the other hand, keeps her own better than another's.

Every woman is wrong until she cries, and then she is right - instantly.