Ah well that I can't tell you." Diana ducked her head so that the brim of her bonnet covered her face. "Some things must remain a mystery and for now I think I'll keep my opinion of you and your compliments to myself.

It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her almost speechless. Then there was the fury with herself—for she had known what Henry’s love was, and still she had gone back to suffer a little more at his hands.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.

Living too much in one's head can be dangerous.

It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.

Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the end for me if you two came down with freckles at a time like this.

It's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.