Sometimes, we give the best of our hearts uncritically – to those who hardly think of us in return.
I was too young to know how to love her.
All the tears women shed, they leave no mark on the world…
You can love someone so much... But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.
Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart.
For Beatrice, when we first met, I was lonely, and you were pretty. Now I am pretty lonely.
‘Claire,’ he said quietly. ‘Tomorrow I will die. This child … is all that will be left of me – ever. I ask ye, Claire – I beg you – see it safe.’ I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.
To travel is to live.
The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.
We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.