Love is when you give someone else the power to destroy you, and you trust them not to do it.
It shattered something inside me that hadn't been broken before.
I don't know if there is a one for me. I think I might like variety.
Secrets are more powerful when people know you've got them.
My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.
Don't call me Alessandro, or this could get ugly. Oh, then may I call you Alice?