They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear.

When you fall for someone not even reason can help you up.

Love each other dearly always. There is scarcely anything else in the world but that: to love one another.

A twinkle lit his eyes. "And I'll tell you this, my bonny lass, I'm not of a mind to let you go either. Not without a good fight." She smiled at his brogue and at the mischievous gleam in his expression. "But if it's a fight you're wantin'"—he winked—"then you've come to the right man, my lady. Because I won't be lettin' you go without one.

I love you, Aletta. I want you to be my wife. And no matter how long you need, I'll wait for you. Do you hear me?" "Of course I hear you," she finally whispered, opening her eyes. "I'm right here, after all." With a wry smile, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, slow and deep. Already breathless, she filled her lungs and looked into his eyes.

I'll be your friend, Molly Whitcomb, the best friend I know how to be." He caressed the side of her face and traced her lower lip with his thumb. "Until you're ready for me to be something more.

The young man meant for you, Lilly, will not require any tricks or ploys to be played upon him. He will see you, he will grow to know who you are--both the good and the bad--and he will realize he does not wish to live another day of his life without you.

If there was one thing he knew a little about, it was pursuing a person. And though he wasn't about to give the woman beside him fair warning, Miss Ashford had better be on her guard. Because he planned on doing everything in his power to win not only her trust, but her heart as well.

My parents split up when I was young, and they are still good friends. I think it's often projected that these things have to be so acrimonious. It's so often not the case.

The most desired gift of love is not diamonds or roses or chocolate. It's focused attention.