I had my hands on you last night, my mouth, and everything I touched was delicate, beautiful. Something I want to keep safe. That’s the way I’m built, and I won’t apologize for that, but I will apologize for it making me say something that stupid.

What I have is surface. Grooming, good genetics, whatever. Whether you’ve rolled out of bed an hour ago without having had a shower for three days, or you’re wearing a designer suit, there is a deep, perfect beauty to you that takes my breath away.

I can imagine you and us a million ways here, Thomas. I will make my home where you are, because you are my home. I don’t know any way to say it any more clearly. So now the ball’s in your court.

The wise man knew when to let go of pride to grab hold of wisdom.

I will love my life and who I am, she said, with every action she took. I will forgive myself when I stumble, pick myself up and keep going. I will make sure that everyone in my life gets value from my presence in it, to thank them for their friendship and the experiences they provide me.

Being violent is easy, too easy.” He brushed it off. “Holding back, being gentle, restraining your strength when it’s not needed, that takes – ” “Character,” she said. “Loads of it.

With our limited life spans, we mere mortals have to figure out what best to do with our time so that when it ends we aren’t ashamed to put our name on it, call it our life.

She chose the adjective deliberately. Handsome or sexy conveyed surface appeal. Beautiful addressed the whole package, inside and out.

You stand in my soul; I stand in yours. That’s the room we always share, no matter where we are.

I have the right to try to overcome the challenges in my own life, she continued fiercely. Who’s to say that’s not what makes as strong and decent? How much character and strength do you think someone who’s never had any sorrow or loss of hardship possesses, My lord?