Danny

“A verdadeira beleza, aquela que não se desvanece ou se esvai, precisa de tempo, de pressão, precisa de uma resistência incrível. É o gotejamento lento que faz a estalactite, o tremor da Terra que cria as montanhas, o constante bater das ondas que quebra as rochas e suaviza as arestas. E da violência, do furor, da ira dos ventos, do rugido das águas que emerge algo melhor, algo que de outra forma nunca existiria. E assim suportamos. Temos fé na existência de um propósito. Temos esperança em coisas que não podemos ver. Acreditamos que há lições na perda e poder no amor, e que temos dentro de nós o potencial para uma beleza tão magnífica que o nosso corpo não pode contê-la.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Lucy,” he whispered.
She closed her eyes.
“Be with me,” he said.
Slowly, she shook her head. “Please don’t.”
He tugged her closer and pulled the candlestick from her slackening fingers. “Be with me, Lucy Abernathy. Be my love, be my wife.”
― Julia Quinn, On the Way to the Wedding

“When he drives under a lamp, his smile widens, and I notice for the first time a dimple under his right cheekbone.
Oh no, this isn't good.
A guy like Ryker Black cannot have dimples.
It's wrong. And right. Too right.”
― Ali Dean, Black Diamond

“Did you notice?”
“Notice what?”
“How small she is? Even her hands are tiny, but her fingers are long. I don’t even know how that’s possible.”
He was still making that face.
"I mean, I guess it’s her fingers. They’re longer than her palms, so it gives the illusion that they’re long in general. Pretty sure one of her hands would fit on my palm. Like in Beauty and the Beast when he holds her hand and it’s just a wrist disappearing into his big, hairy fist.”
He added blinking to the face. “Did you just compare yourself to a Disney movie?”
― Staci Hart, Work in Progress