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"I think in a moment of weakness, you might surprise yourself."
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"Vulnerability creates unimaginable space to build each other up, as much as it creates ample room to tear each other down."
"As a young girl, I allowed my self-esteem to be determined by others' opinions, and I devoted incredible energy tuning into how everyone else felt."
"She was fragile, gentle, wide awake in a sleeping world."
"So she stood naked in front of the young man and at this moment stopped playing the game."
"I pressed my hand against her hair, holding her to me, filled with the certainty that she was going to hurt me again and that I didn't have the strength to push her away before she did."
"I mean, it's impossible to fake anything if you've already seen the other person in a way they'd never choose for you to. You can't go back from that."
"If you hold back on the emotions--if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them--you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid. You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief. You're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your heard even, you experience them fully and completely."
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"Would it help, he asked gently, "to have a shoulder to cry on? She fought to conceal how much the question unnerved her. "Thank you, but no. Carefully she dropped the herbs into the kettle. "Crying is a waste of time. "' To weep is to make less the depth of grief.' "Is that a Romany saying? "Shakespeare."
"It's the perfect solution. We argue all the time. We can't stand each other. It's like we're already married."
"But Harry . . . even if we had met and married three years ago, you'd still say it wasn't enough time."You're right. I can't think of a single day of my life that wouldn't have been improved with you in it."Darling, she whispered, her fingertips coming up to stroke his jaw, "that's lovely. Even more romantic than comparing me to watch parts.Harry nipped at her finger. "Are you mocking me?"Not at all, Poppy said, smiling. "I know how you feel about gears and mechanisms."
"Honesty is overrated. As someone once said, 'Secrecy is the first essential in affairs of the heart.'""It was the Duc de Richelieu," said Lillian, who had read the same book of philosophy during their schoolroom lessons. "And the accurate quote is, 'Secrecy is the first essential in affairs of the State.'""He was French, though," Daisy argued. "I'm sure he meant the heart as well."Lillian laughed and glanced at her sister affectionately. "Perhaps he did. But I don't want to keep secrets from Lord Westcliff.""Oh, very well. But heed my words- it wouldn't be a true love affair if you didn't have a few little secrets."
"...one can't avoid the storms and calamities of life, but one can at least find the right partner to face them with."
"I suppose when you say you slept with him, it was more than just a nap?"Lillian shot her a withering glance. "Daisy, don't be a pea wit."
"I don't really like this song," Emma had said."You told me it was your favourite.""It's beautiful. But it always makes me sad.""Why, love?" he'd asked gently. "It's about finding each other again. About someone coming home."Emma had lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at him earnestly. "It's about losing someone, and having to wait until you're together in heaven.""There's nothing in the lyrics about heaven," he'd said."But that's what it means. I can't bear the idea of being separated from you, for a lifetime or a year or even a day. So you mustn't go to heaven without me.""Of course not," he had whispered. "It wouldn't be heaven without you."
"Every time you look at me, you'll remember that I'm half his.""No." His hand came to the side of her face, his thumb wiping her tears. "You're all mine." His voice was deep and shaken. "Every hair on your head. Every part of you was made to be loved by me."
"Women. You'll interpret anything as love. You see a man wearing an idiotic expression, and you assume he's been struck by Cupid's arrow when in reality, he's digesting a bad turnip."
"I don't think Harry cares about being forgiven," Poppy said glumly."Of course he does. Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes."
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