In those quiet moments when she stirs the new spring leaves on the apple trees, when she watches Bo moving down the rows, his eyes bent away from the afternoon sun, his hands rough with the soil, she leans in close-so close she can recall the warmth of his skin, his hands against her flesh-and she whispers against his ear, I love you still.
Gilbert wisely said nothing more; but in his silence he read the history for the next four years in the light of Anne's remembered blush. Four years of earnest, happy work...and then the guerdon of useful knowledge gained and a sweet heart won.
But the most idyllic hours of Eric's wooing were spent in the old orchard; the garden end of it was now a wilderness of roses-roses red as the heart of a sunset, roses pink as the early flush of dawn, roses white as the snows on mountain peaks, roses full blown, and roses in buds that were sweeter than anything on earth except Kilmeny's face.
"I will go away. Love dies, and it is just as well to strangle it in it's birth; it can only die once! I'll go."
"She preserves an actor's sanity."
-William Holden #GraceKelly
"We're going to change our parents' hearts yet, and it probably won't even take death, Juliet."
How could anyone not liked the song Moon River? It is perfect!
"She says that to scare me, but if that's the worst thing that happens, I think I'll be fine."
"Have you ever been in love?" Feng asks.
"I don't know." I answer, but it feels like a lie.
Love. And what do any of us really know about that?
George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her.
