I hate patience. Slows everything down.
Laying a hand on his heart, she timed its beats to her own. And knew the truest magic was there.
I need to write to be happy.
The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.
Feeling too much is a hell of a lot better than feeling nothing.
... a man's plans are meant to be changed for a beautiful woman.