"We are all complicit in our own unhappiness"Wisdom
"She mistook novelty for meaning"Life
"Regret is the only teacher that arrives too late"Life
"The town itself seemed a conspiracy against her happiness"Freedom
"She had loved too many men and none of them well"Relationships
"Art imitates life, but life imitates nothing but itself"Art
"The mind creates prisons more terrible than any real cell"Philosophy
"She was a story that no author could finish satisfactorily"Literature
"Happiness is always someone else's invention"Happiness
"The body betrays the spirit long before the spirit knows it"Health
"She had read novels about heroines but became a cautionary tale"Education
"Love is the name we give to our desperation for meaning"Love
"In the end, we are all betrayed by our own desires"
"She was as much a product of her reading as of her circumstances"Literature
"Desire had made her eloquent"Love
"The monotony of her life was breaking her spirit"Life
"She invented pleasures for herself in her imagination"Imagination
"Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great thunder and lightning"Love
"She had learned to dissemble as naturally as she breathed"Truth
"Reality was far more tedious than the novels she read"Life
"Her heart was vast and changeable as the sea"
"She mistook agitation for passion"Love
"Every surface of her world seemed to mock her secret longings"Freedom
"Her dreams were more real to her than the world around her"Dreams
"She could not reconcile the man she wanted with the one before her"Relationships
"Boredom was her deepest wound"Happiness
"She had wanted to die, and now she wanted to live recklessly"Change
"Despair has its own eloquence"
"She spent money as if it were a form of feeling"Money
"The provincial life crushed everything beautiful in her"Life