I love you,” Buttercup said. “I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I’ve ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more.

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

Life is pain, highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.

Everyone had told her, since she became a princess-in-training, that she was very likely the most beautiful woman in the world. Now she was going to be the richest and the most powerful as well. Don't expect too much from life, Buttercup told herself as she rode along. Learn to be satisfied with what you have.

Enough about my beauty," Buttercup said. "Everybody always talks about how beautiful I am. I've got a mind, Westley. Talk about that.

Inside and out, Westley's world was ripping apart and he could do nothing but crack along with it.

He was the mighty Fezzik, lover of rhymes, and you did not give up, no matter what.