Part of me wanted to give him a piece of my mind. He didn't get it as a whole, so I will keep my peace.

There is nothing more beautiful than a vulnerable heart in open hands.

A light rain touches my cheek like an angel's butterfly kisses.

The day you were born the angels whispered, "She is going to love him until the day she dies.

I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.

I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind.

Affection is invaluable. I will accept your heart as payment and change your mind.

My heart is flooded with love. Drowning is the way to go.

Open your heart and we will melt the key.

Passion is a cobweb duster for the mind.

Your love is the platform for my passion manifesto.

No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed.

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

Grateful for the blessing lent of simple tastes and mind content!

Hey, Macey, sorry to drop in but Cammie just had to be alone with me. You know how she gets.

Most people come out of their Ph.D. experience trying to prove themselves, trying to get ahead, trying to get published. You're scared everybody else is going to do your research and get your topic.

It's interesting to speculate how it developed that in two of the most anti-feminist institutions, the church and the law court, the men are wearing the dresses.

All alone by the telephone.

The promises of God are equal to current coin. Therefore, I must act on the promises as I would if I actually had the cash.

Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever.

The pressure of the hands causes the springs of life to flow.