Now very much against her will she thought of the way Jace had looked at her then the blaze of faith in his eyes his belief in her. He had always thought she was strong. He had showed it in everything he did in every look and every touch. Simon had faith in her too yet when hed held her it had been as if she were something fragile something made of delicate glass. But Jace had held her with all the strength he had never wondering if she could take it--hed known she was as strong has he was.

The greatest disease in the West today is not TB or leprosy it is being unwanted unloved and uncared for. We can cure physical diseases with medicine but the only cure for loneliness despair and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread but there are many more dying for a little love. The poverty in the West is a different kind of poverty -- it is not only a poverty of loneliness but also of spirituality. Theres a hunger for love as there is a hunger for God.

True love is the best thing in the world except for cough drops.

Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someones hair. And a part of you was drawn to her and a part of you resisted--wanting to ride off on your bicycle kick a stone remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought Please dont look at me. If you dont I can still turn away. And part of you thought Look at me.

I cannot express it but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation if I were entirely contained here My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliffs miseries and I watched and felt each from the beginning my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished and he remained I should still continue to be and if all else remained and he were annihilated the universe would turn to a mighty stranger I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods time will change it Im well aware as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath a source of little visible delight but necessary. Nelly I am Heathcliff Hes always always in my mind not as a pleasure any more than I am always a pleasure to myself but as my own being.

Perhaps after all romance did not come into ones life with pomp and blare like a gay knight riding down perhaps it crept to ones side like an old friend through quiet ways perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

Im a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.

Kissing - and I mean like yummy smacking kissing - is the most delicious most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do bar none. Better than sex hands down.

Im gonna fight for you until your heart stops beating.

Shall I compare thee to a summers day Thou art more lovely and more temperate Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May And summers lease hath all too short a date Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines And too often is his gold complexion dimmd And every fair from fair sometimes declines By chance or natures changing course untrimmd By thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest Nor shall Death brag thou wanderst in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou growest So long as men can breathe or eyes can see So long lives this and this gives life to thee.