“O God, I love you to the edge of
madness, Venetia, but I'm not mad yet--not so mad that I don't know how
disastrous it might be to you--to us both! You don't realize what an
advantage I should be taking of your innocence!” << Georgette
Heyer, Venetia >>
"People parted, years passed, they met again - and the meeting proved no reunion, offered no warm memories, only the acid knowledge that time had passed and things weren't as bright or attractive as they had been. "