Diana knew it wouldn't be right, but then she told herself that things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.

They will stop calling brides beautiful after today—you have simply set the standard too high,' he said.

He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.

After Henry's treatment of her she wasn't sure that men could honestly love women but she wanted to believe it. She wanted to be told pretty things and for the frightening clip of her heart to slow to something more reasonable.

That was the way love was, she guessed-it left you always unsteady on your feet.

We see our sins reflected everywhere: in the pallor of our intimates’ faces, in the scratching of tree branches against windows, in the strange movements of everyday objects. These may be messages from God or tricks of the eye, but in neither case are we permitted to ignore them.

Even when a girl is married she still never completely leaves her mother and father's home.