Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.

But what was there to say?

Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close, long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness, but hideous grief.

Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.

If he touched her, he couldn't talk to her, if he loved her he couldn't leave, if he spoke he couldn't listen, if he fought he couldn't win.

Grief and sadness knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger than common joys

Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief.

You will never know true happiness until you have faced the true sadness in your life.