It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it.

Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again. “I said I was a virgin, not a monk,” he said, kissing me again. “If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.

We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

When God closes a door, he opens a window. Yeah. The problem was that this particular window opened off the tenth story, and he wasn't so sure God supplied parachutes.

If I die," he whispered in the dark, "dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait.

And Finally I put down the last and the best advice I knew, on growing older. 'Stand up straight and try not to get fat.

Oh, womanly sympathy, love AND food?" I said, laughing. "Don't want a lot, do you?