“Love, with her, had not yet proved an illusion — a bright toy to be snatched hastily and played with for a brief while, and then thrown aside as broken and worthless. It seemed to her a most marvellous and splendid gift of God, increasing each day in worth and beauty — widening upon her soul and daz…”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“Love, and love only, supported, controlled, and grandly completed the universe! He accepted this answer to all perplexities — his heart expanded with a sense of large content — his soul was satisfied.”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“'What is terrible, my sweet one?' She sighed deeply. 'To have no more life of my own! It has all gone — to you! And yours has come to me! Is it not strange and almost sad? How your heart beats, poor boy! I can hear it throb, throb — so fast! — here, where I am resting my head.'”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“I cannot say it properly! There is no language for my heart! If I could tell you all I feel, you would think it foolish, I am sure, because if is all so wild and strange.”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you in the very quick and…”— John Green, Colin, amazon.com
“Lotto’s heart kicked froglike in his chest; sweeping toward him in her brilliant blue skirt, Mathilde. His azure lion rampant. Her long hair plaited down her left breast, she, the nexus of all the good of this world.”— Lauren Groff, amazon.com