You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.

It's no coincidence that every person have more than 1 soulmates.

I told you. You don't love someone because of their looks or their clothes or their car. You love them because they sing a song only your heart can understand.

As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain hidden deep in Emily’s nature—the strain of the gypsy and the poet, the genius and the fool.

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

With you I run across the beach under a wondrous sun. With you my soul connects with yours makin' two into one.