True beauty springs from the heart and dwells in the eyes.

Feeling a little foolish over her confidences, Elizabeth glanced up at him with an embarrassed smile. “What is the most beautiful place you’ve ever seen?” Dragging his gaze from the beauty of the gardens, Ian looked down at the beauty beside him. “Any place,” he said huskily, “where you are.

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

Looking at you has been my favorite pastime from the moment you asked me to describe your face," he said solemnly, looking straight into her eyes.

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

Which brings me to the question of why we always 'fall' in love. One falls down steps, off ladders, into rivers and down mountains. If love is so wonderful, why don't we soar in love or climb in love?

How foolish to yearn to ask the very person who'd caused the pain to heal it