I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

He shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.