I’m so damn glad I love you – I wouldn’t love any other man on earth – I b’lieve if I had deliberately decided on a sweetheart, he’d have been you.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

. . . she tried to weave the strength of her father and the young beauty of her first love with David, the happy oblivion of her teens and her warm protected childhood into a magic cloak.

I don't want to live, I want to love first and live incidentally.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the human heart can hold.