Her heart was finished. It bore, perhaps, records of life, but it wasn't alive. Too late for decoration. Too late for effects. Further handling could only result in cracks and fractures. People could cut themselves on the edgesof her heart, she was sure of it. ↗
Shakespeare's plays often turn on the idea of fate, as much drama does. What makes them so tragic is the gap between what his characters might like to accomplish and what fate provides them. ↗
...Love can give you the most exhilarating wonderful highs at times...
...Then there will be dives that will take all you have just to hold on...
Quote on the Title Page of "Love TORN Asunder ↗