Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love.

More from The Awakening

• It was not despair; but it seemed to her as if life were passing by, leaving its promise broken and unfulfilled.
• She was flushed and felt intoxicated with the sound of her own voice and the unaccustomed taste of candor. It muddled her like wine, or like a first breath of freedom.
• The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.
• And in the middle of all this, I started to think about the one thing that makes me feel really good and makes immediate sense...and it's you.
• Absence diminishes commonplace passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and kindles fire.
• Absence is to love as wind to fire; it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.