The End of the Affair

The End of the Affair by Graham Greene

I thought to myself: I remember.  This is what hope feels like.  Pg. 27

How strange too and unfamiliar to think that one had been loved, that one's presence had once had the power to make a difference between happiness and dullness in another's day.  pg. 91

It's strange to discover and to believe that you are loved, when you know that there is nothing in you for anybody but a parent or a God to love.  Pg. 92

I want ordinary corrupt human love.  Pg. 94

I don't mind pain.  It's their pain I can't stand.  Let my pain go on and on, but stop theirs.  Pg. 126

Even vacancy was crowded with her.  Pg. 176

I hate this body that enjoyed so much, but was inadequate to express what the heart felt.  Pg 199

I wrote at the start that this was a record of hate... O God, You've done enough, you've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone for ever.  Pg. 211