"Opening the book makes him think of Hannah. Not because of something specific in the book itself but because he cannot do anything anymore without thinking of her. When he looks out a window, any window, he thinks of her: maybe she will suddenly magically appear. When he ties his cravat in the morning and stares into the looking glass, he thinks of her: would she approve? When he rides in his carriage he thinks of her, of how beautiful she looked the last time she rode with him (fatigued and distressed, yes, but with more grace and strength than any other woman he has ever known), and imagines what they would say to each other. When he rises in the morning, when he goes to sleep at night, when he is alone, when he is with others."
-The Devlin Diary
by Christi Phillips

"And then, because they were both Englishwomen and their hearts were somewhat broken, they turned back into the room and put on the kettle and made themselves a cup of tea."
-A Song For Summer
by Eva Ibbotson

"How could something so momentous result from such small events: a glance, a few conversations, the discovery of a shared passion? She did not imagine that it was so easy to fall in love, but she is forced to admit that it is. Her whole world has suddenly shifted in a way she didn't anticipate or even desire. It hardly seems fair."
-The Devlin Diary
by Christi Phillips

"She had just asked God to help her forget him, and now he is here. Is it a test? Did she mouth the words without meaning them? In her heart, what exactly did she pray for?"
-The Devlin Diary
by Christi Phillips

"Although she was a logical, practical person, she believed that in books there existed a kind of magic. Between the aging covers on these shelves, contained in tiny, abstract black marks on sheets of paper, were voices from the past. Voices that reached into the future, into Claire's own life and heart and mind, to tell her what they knew, what they'd learned, what they'd seen, what they'd felt. Wasn't that magic?"
-The Devlin Diary
by Christi Phillips

"Claire was reminded of a certain evening in Venice, a certain cobbled street, a certain few words that Andrew had said to her. What were they? 'You're the most argumentative, obstinate, infuriating, exciting, and fascinating woman I've ever met?' Yes, that's exactly what he'd said; she hadn't been able to forget it."
-The Devlin Diary
by Christi Phillips

"I slid a page into the typewriter and without pausing, I proceeded to squeeze out every word, every phrase and expression, every image and letter as if they were the last I was ever going to write. I wrote and rewrote every line as if my life depended on it, and then rewrote it again."
-The Angel's Game
by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

"A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story. He will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his blood and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his lack of talent, the dream of literature will provide him with a roof over his head, a hot meal at the end of the day, and what he covets the most: his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that surely will outlive him. A writer is condemned to remember that moment, because from then on he is doomed and his soul has a price."
-The Angel's Game
by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

"Their greatest comfort was a simple one: they were no longer alone. To know that you were with one who cared for you, and who understood every fiber of your being, and who would not abandon you in even the most desperate of circumstances, that was the most precious relationship a person could have."
-Brisinger
by Christopher Paolini

"You are my only love. No other man shall ever capture my heart."
-Brisinger
by Christopher Paolini

"Her expression told me she had been moving down this pathway since the very first time she set eyes on him. I saw that in him she had found her sun and moon, her stars and her dreams."
-Wildwood Dancing
by Juliet Marillier

"'I love you, Cost,' I said. 'That's the truest truth I ever said. Forever and always. There's no need to be afraid anymore.'"
-Wildwood Dancing
by Juliet Marillier

"His heart and mine added a rhythm all their own. We turned and turned, and with every turning we breathed a little more quickly and held on a little more tightly, and when we came back to the place where we'd started, we stopped dancing and stood with our arms around each other, holding on as if we would never let go, not if the sky fell and the whole world came to an end."
-Wildwood Dancing
by Juliet Marillier

"They danced. All by themsevles, beyond the farthest fringe of the crowd, they circled and swayed, met and parted, turned and passed. Even when the steps of their dance drew them apart, their heads turned to look, and look, and look, as if they would drown in each other's eyes."
-Wildwood Dancing
by Juliet Marillier

"It's just that I know it takes you a while to get used to things. So, I want you to start getting used to this: You're the girl I want. One day, you WILL be mine."
-Princess In Training
by Meg Cabot

"I knew going into this that it wasn't going to be easy, Mia," Michael said. "I mean, aside from the age difference and your being my sister's best friend, there's the whole princess aspect to it...the constant-hounding-by-paparazzi/can't-go-anywhere-without-a-bodyguard thing. A lesser man might find all that daunting. I, on the otherhand, have always enjoyed a challenge. Besides which, I love you, so it's all worth it to me."
-Princess In Training
by Meg Cabot