I don't want to think about pots and kitchens and brooms.

I want to worry whether my legs will get slick and brown when I swim in the summer.
AMORY: And you love me.
ROSALIND: That's just why it has to end.

Drifting hurts too much.

We can't have any more scenes like this.
(She draws his ring from her finger and hands it to him.

Their eyes blind again with tears.) AMORY: (His lips against her wet cheek) Don't! Keep it, please--oh, don't break my heart! (She presses the ring softly into his hand.) ROSALIND: (Brokenly) You'd better go.
AMORY: Good-by-- (She looks at him once more, with infinite longing, infinite sadness.) ROSALIND: Don't ever forget me, Amory-- AMORY: Good-by-- (He goes to the door, fumbles for the knob, finds it--she sees him throw back his head--and he is gone.