We women aren't good at hints. We like solid declarations of love and forever.
Love can make even nice people do awful things.
I think I'd want to have an affair with a Montgomery but marry a Taggert.
I'm an American and I want instant gratification.
On his face was an expression of absolute love. Melting, soul-touching, raw, unbridled love, the kind of person dies for, sacrifices and suffers for. It was the kind of love that a person would wait two hundred years to see fulfilled. It was True Love in its purest form.
Everyone wanted his relatives to be proud of him, didn't he?