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“Rhys absorbed that with chagrin. "No one has ever accused me of being a romantic," he said ruefully.
"If you were, how would you propose?"
He thought for a moment. "I would begin by teaching you a Welsh word. Hiraeth There's no equivalent in English."
"Hiraeth," she repeated, trying to pronounce it with a tapped R, as he had.
"Aye. It's a longing for something that was lost, or never existed. You feel it for a person or a place, or a time in your life...it's a sadness of the soul. Hiraeth calls to a Welshman even when he's closest to happiness, reminding him that he's incomplete."
Her brow knit with concern. "Do you feel that way?"
"Since the day I was born." He looked down into her small, lovely face. "But not when I'm with you. That's why I want to marry you.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“Helen if you continue to fondle the bastard right in front of me, I'll have to dislocate his other shoulder.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“It is important not to turn the dead into saints. Nobody can walk in the shadow of a saint.”
― Jojo Moyes, After You

“Heart of my heart, you need no man to give you away. Just come to me of your own free will. Love me for who I am... just as I love you for who you are... and our bond will last until the stars lose their shining.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne