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

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

We are not of what we feel or believe to do, we are of what we do or fail to do.

Why did happy memories fade and blur until one could scarcely recall them at all, while horrible memories seemed to retain their blinding clarity and painful sharpness?

Royce's eyes narrowed in discouragement at the thoght of having to sing to jenny. his deep bariton voice would surely bring every hound for miles to yap and nip at his heels.

But he knew instinctively what he suggested was impossible. She'd been through so much, and held her tears back for so long, that Royce doubted that anything could force her to shed them.

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