Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now threw her down into deeper recesses of fear and doubt. The fall was greater than she had ever known, because she had ventured so far into emotion and had abandoned herself to it.
