I'm home'', he said against her skin, and she realized it was the truth.''I'm home, too''.

You have asked her to marry you, I hope''''I might have demanded it'', he admitted.''Even better

Would you care to dance?” he blurted. “Now?” She smiled adorably. “Is there music?” There wasn’t. It was some testament to how foolish in love he’d become that he did not even feel embarrassed.

He touched her cheek, and he looked into her eyes. He saw his whole world there

I should thank you'', she said.His lips stilled, and she felt him smile against his skin. ''For what?''''Everything, really. But mostly for being you

Standing still is always more tiring than walking

Billie laughed at that, full and throaty, and once again she became so incandescently beautiful that George was half-tempted to throw a blanket over her, just to stop anyone else from wanting her.

To enlighten your life, see beauty.

Hope is being confident of what we do not seen.

Tout re volutionnaire finit en oppresseur ou en he re tique. Every revolutionary ends as an oppressor or a heretic.

Worry is half impatience and half ignorance.

The truth is, of course, that what one regards as interruptions are precisely one's life.

The stars in the sky are really other suns like our own, around which orbit other planets. (paraphrase)

I hate being the subject of photographs.

If you knew that hope and despair were paths to the same destination, which would you choose?

The best cure for anger is delay.

There was a clown that tried to eat me as a boy, in my nightmares. Years later I found a clown for booking online who resembled him named Patches. Needless to say, Patches is dead now.