He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.
I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't.
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.
My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.
It did crazy things to my heart to hear her laugh.
A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.