Patrizia

“Do they still hurt?" she whispered in anguished surprise.
"No," Jason said tautly. Shame washed over him in sickening waves as he waited helplessly for her inevitable reaction to the stark evidence of his humiliation.
To his utter disbelief he felt her arms encircle him from behind and the touch of her lips on his back. "How brave you must have been to endure this," she whispered achingly, "how strong to survive it and go on living..." When she began kissing each scar, Jason rolled to his side and jerked her into his arms. "I love you," he whispered agonizedly, plunging his hands into her luxuriant hair and turning her face up to his. "I love you so much...”
― Judith McNaught Once and Always

“If I had a hundred kingdoms, I would trade them all for you, my dearest love. I
was nothing until you.”
― Judith McNaught, Until You

“Life can be so good if you let it. But you must trade with life. You give something and you get something, then you give something of yourself again and you receive something again. Life goes bad when people try to take from it without giving. Then they came away empty-handed, and they grab harder and more often, growing more disappointed and disillusioned each time.”
― Judith McNaught, Tender Triumph

“I would rather die a spinster—poor, ruined, scorned, and alone—than suffer that heartbreak daily.”
― Tessa Dare, A Week to be Wicked