He lifted the violin to his shoulder then, and raised the bow. And he played.
Anyone that looked like that wouldn’t need to tie up girls and imprison them in order to get them to marry him.
Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead.
He loved her enough to know she was better off without him.
I think when we make choices – for each choice is individual of the choices we have made before – we must examine not only our reasons for making them but what result they will have, and whether good people will be hurt by our decisions.
It is a very strange thing, to be in love. It changes you.
There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.
I can tell you that the end of life is the some of the love that was lived in it.
I am catastrophically in love with you.
One can love two children. But your heart can be given romantic love to only a single other, said Woolsey.
I think you are very selfless.
She felt as if she bled her regret and loneliness from her very pores, and yet she could not shape those feelings into any sentiment she could imagine her parents could bear reading.
Against his own will, almost, Will felt himself understanding; he would have done anything, he thought, told any lie, taken any risk, to make Tessa love him.
Perhaps, but you would not exist without a woman, would you? However little use you may find us, we are cleverer and more determined and more patient than men. Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.
We are responsible for protecting Tessa!
You understand my music.
Hope is not an illusion.
They were frightening enough, but Tessa could not help but feel that if Will were there, he would have commented that they looked like turnips, and perhaps made up a song about it.
I would rather insult you than lose you, he said, and before any of them could make a move to stop him, he cast both items into the fire.
Your angel cannot protect you against that which neither god nor the devil had made.