I never skulk, and lurk only sometimes.

Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.

... true faith never comes without anguish.

Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all.

... then he offers me his arm. As I take it, I wonder what folly decreed that women cannot walk unassisted.

For all that I have kissed before, I have never felt anything like this. It is as if I have swallowed a tiny piece of the sun, its warmth and light reaching into every corner of my soul and chasing away the shadows. I surrender to that kiss - surrender to the strength and the courage and the sheer goodness of the man.

I cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all.