You’re good at love," she said simply, because it seemed to her that it was true. "I’m not so good at love. I’m like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away."
He shrugged. “I don’t mind you pushing me away if it means you love me…
Fire, Kristin Cashore
There were days when he crept to the edge of the forest and stood and listened to something calling him far and away.
White Fang, Jack London