Growing up she'd heard rumors about the enforcer and how badass he was...

Are you nervous?"... "A little." "Do you want to stop?" "No, just go slow." "I can do that." He could do any damn thing she asked of him.

You look good in my shirt, " he murmured. The quiet words drew her gaze back to his face. "Then why do you look disappointed?" His shoulders lifted slightly. "I was hoping you'd be wearing nothing.

After one kiss you're already looking to get rid of me?

You want to start over?" he murmured against her ear. His hot breath sent shivers to her toes.

What are you doing?" she whispered. He wasn't sure why she was whispering, but he kept his voice just as low. "I want to taste you.

You're a machine, " she murmured when he swept kisses across her jaw and over her cheek. "Only for you, sweetheart.

Thank you, " she said against his neck. For what?" For putting up with me." He chuckled against the top of her head. "As if I could live without you.

It is a matter of life and death for us

That girl had two chances. And both of us let her down.

My confusion will not stand for what I want because I can !!

Only real risk passes the reality of faith.

Let gratitude be awakened; let humility be deepened; let love be quickened.

That she bear children is not a woman's significance. But that she bear herself, that is her supreme and risky fate.

One of the things the BBC does better than anyone is period drama.

Every provisional political set-up following a revolution requires a dictatorship, and an energetic dictatorship at that.

We must take situations as they are. We must only change our mental attitudes towards them.

I am convinced that climate change represents a historic opportunity on an even greater scale.