Observe

I'd rather sacrifice myself than lose someone so dear to me.

But will she ever understand?

If the Dalai Lama were on his deathbed  and the jazz musician Eric Dolphy were to try to explain to him the importance of choosing one's engine oil in accordance with changes in the sound of the bass clarinet, that exchange might have been more worthwhile and effective than my conversations with her.

Yet she never failed to understand me.