It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.
To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.
You ride well, but you don't kiss nicely at all.
Where we are would be Paradise to me, if you would only make it so.
You don't talk quite like a girl who has had no advantages.
He knelt and bent lower, till her breath warmed his face, and in a moment his cheek was in contact with hers. She was sleeping soundly, and upon her eyelashes there lingered tears.