O, how I wish I had never seen him! Loving is misery for women always. - Thomas Hardy

At times her whimsical fancy would intensify natural processes around her till they seemed a part of her own story. Rather they became a part of it; for the world is only a psychological phenomenon, and what they seemed they were.

He knelt and bent lower, till her breath warmed his face, and in a moment his cheek was in contact with hers. She was sleeping soundly, and upon her eyelashes there lingered tears...

"Well, if you wanted to love me, why do you blow so hot and cold?
Why do you... keep tantalizing me" -Angel