If two people love the same thing, she reasoned, then they must love each other, at least a little, even if they never say it. — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
“Therefore,” he reasoned with himself, “it is love coming to claim me: I have been so long without love, hated at home, living in terror of my children’s lives: it is pure, tender, normal love.” — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
