we said we would be to each other as two voices, who shadows.

Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy.

Women sometimes allow you to be unfaithful to their love; they never allow you to wound their self-esteem.

Can we account for instinct?' said Monte Cristo. 'Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? — why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections — an idea which carries you back to other times, to other places — which, very likely, have no connection with the present time and place.

I love you more. I love you enough to let you go and live your dream." I tilted my head and shrugged. "Don't you see....? I love you more."

He smiled softly and I brushed some hair off his forehead. Running the backs of my fingers down his cheek, I whispered, "And, yes, I will miss you, more than you could possibly imagine, but I know that you have to do this Kellan. And you know it too."

Stubbornly he shook his head. "No, I know that I have to be with you. Everything else is just .... details.

D'Artagnan had time to reflect that women - those gentle doves - treat one another more cruelly than bears and tigers.