loving you in my sleep
and waking up alone."
"There can be no peace for us. Only misery or the greatest happiness."
Anna Karenina (2012)
"And don’t think the garden loses its
ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but
the roots are down there riotous."
"I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me."
Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë