Desire grows by what it feeds on.

She looks just as music sounds, I think,' answered Anne.

In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you

He had also the reputation of being a bit of a lady killer. But that probably accrued to him from his possession of a laughing, velvety voice which no girl could hear without a heartbeat, and a dangerous way of listening as if she were saying something that he had longed all his life to hear.

it doesn't take long to stay an hour.

Gilbert put his arm about them. 'Oh, you mothers!' he said. 'You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.

Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.