Violent antipathies are always suspicious, and betray a secret affinity.

Personalize your sympathies; depersonalize you antipathies.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.

...some secrets beg to be betrayed. The secret of undeclared love is like that.

If you position yourself properly, you will never need eyes in the back of your head.