Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

They are orphans again, with no true home but each other and whatever life they can make together on the other side of the sea.

- If I tell you, will you let met go?- You bet, partner. [...]- You promised!- Nope. I said "you bet." You did ... and you lost.

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thyeyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.

You have captured me utterly, and you hold my heart in your hands. Be gentle with it. It's more fragile than you might think.

You just, barged in and flipped my entire world upside down,” he says, voice heated. “I didn’t know what to do.

Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

We still have a lot to talk about," I said. "Talk?" He shook his head, his eyes full of desire. Kiss, he whispered to my thoughts.

Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps,Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth,Sweet is revenge--especially to women

The lasting sweetness of the wealth obtained is directly proportional to the honesty of its source. Dishonest wealth does not last.

Loving for beauty is like vowing a lifetime commitment to a rose. No-matter how sweet-scented or pink "petald", every rose withers.

You know, the heroes in my romance novels always say that. Scout's honor. But they all later admit to never being a Boy Scout.

With chemistry like theirs, this was the perfect setup for a fling...and Sherry wanted to go out on a high note."BRING ON THE ROADIE!