It kills me; it pierces my heart like a dagger.

For you see well enough that I have no longer the power to withstand you; you see well enough that I love you.

Yes, I love you to ecstasy and to desperation; with desire and dread.

I love you as my demon and my angel.
I am angry, because you have so entirely crushed the pride of my heart.
I curse you, because you have made me so entirely your slave; and the next moment I fall on my knees and beseech God to forgive me this crime against you.

I love you, I say--not as those soft, gentle-hearted women love, with a smile on the lip; but with madness and desperation, with jealousy and wrath.