...but her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.

That's really sad," Beth said softly, "To have no one left.

We're lonely down here," he said. "It's true. But we're not alone.

It is far more painful to awake from a beautiful slumber and – in that brief period when the continuity of life is still lost to you – to reach across the bed for a hand that is not there.

Sometimes two people will regard each other over a gulf too wide to ever be bridged, and know immediately what could have happened, and that it never will.

She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth.