Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.

“Juliet by Ann Fortier. The Maestro (Chapter5) ... the slight nausea he was feel…”

“If you let go of me now,” I whispered, stretching against him, “it could be ano…”

“I did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes.”

“I am sorry I didn’t tell you the truth before. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to.…”