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

Elizabeth, if you want to be kissed, all you have to do is put your lips on mine.

I buy everything in sight. It took my last ounce of control not to buy one of these in every color.

Don't do this to us." He warned, his voice hoarse with angry desperation as he realize he was losing her. "You're letting eleven years of mistrust color everything you've discovered I've done".

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.

Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?

I want more from life than that and I have more to give.