Either give me your hand, or end it now, and put us both out of our misery

Jennifer Merrick had stored all her tears inside her, and her pride and courage would never permit her to break down and shed them.

Whitney: You black-hearted, treacherous, conniving scoundrel. Clayton: Your flattery warms my heart

she kissed him with all the aching longing that being this close to him evoked; she kissed him in all the ways he had ever kissed her, feeling faint with joy when he began to kiss her back, his mouth moving with fierce tenderness, then opening with fiery demand over hers, until their breaths were mingled gasps, and they were straining to one another.

Nor is he man enough to make a woman of you.

Everything wrong I've ever done has always seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

Royce Westmoreland stared at him with biting scorn. "I despise hypocrisy, particularly when it is coated with holiness." "May I ask for a specific example?" "Fat priests," Royce replied, "with fat purses, who lecture staving peasants on the dangers of gluttony and the merits of poverty.