Jennifer

“His touch was like a bard's on his instrument, and it awakened a deep and mysterious music in my body.”
― Juliet Marillier, Heir to Sevenwaters

“Oh! my dearest love, why are our pleasures so short and so interrupted? How long is this to last?

Know you, my best Mary, that I feel myself, in your absence, almost degraded to the level of the vulgar and impure. I feel their vacant, stiff eyeballs fixed upon me, until I seem to have been infected with their loathsome meaning--to inhale a sickness that subdues me to languor. Oh! those redeeming eyes of Mary, that they might beam upon me before I sleep! Praise my forbearance--oh! beloved one--that I do not rashly fly to you, and at least secure a moment's bliss. Wherefore should I delay; do you not long to meet me? All that is exalted and buoyant in my nature urges me towards you, reproaches me with the cold delay, laughs at all fear and spurns to dream of prudence. Why am I not with you?”
― Michael Kelahan, The World's Greatest Love Letters

“Why was it that the sight of water made everything in the world seem okay? She wanted to look at water every day.”
― E.C. Diskin, Depth of Lies

“His irises seemed to melt into his pupils, two black holes rimmed with dying stars, sucking the light from the room, pulling her into darkness.”
― Cate Holahan, One Little Secret