I do not love men: I love what devours them.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
Don’t ever put your happiness in someone else’s hands. They’ll drop it. They’ll drop it everytime.
Was everyone else really as alive as she was?…If the answer was yes, then the world, the social world, was unbearably complicated, with two billion voices, and everyone’s thoughts striving in equal importance and everyone’s claim on life as intense, and everyone thinking they were unique, when no one was.
Ian McEwan, Atonement (via quoted-books)