She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

For some reason, it didn’t feel right. Victor’s words seemed to confirm that. There was another reason that he’d come here. Falling in love with Elizabeth might have been part of it. But that wasn’t all. Something else was coming. There is more.

In the end, you should always do the right thing, even if it's hard. I know that might not help you and that the right thing isn't always so easy to figure out.

You're still alive. And that means you'll love and be loved...and in the end, nothing else really matters.

Their fingers seemed to fit together in just the right way- effortlessly clasped,like perfect complements.

How about we talk about your love life instead?" "Why? Are you in the mood to be depressed?

Being in love, I find myself smiling for no reason at all.