It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.
Anne FortierDeath turns all men into great lovers. Would that they were equally ardent while the body was still alive!
Anne FortierI did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes.
Anne FortierYou owe me nothing, but I want everything.
Anne FortierShe squared her shoulders against his charms. "It depends on who kisses me. I highly suspect a kiss from you would instantly void sixteen years of savings."
"What good are savings if you never spend them?
He now knew that the words he had spoken to Maestro Ambrogio had been prophetic; with Giulietta in his arms, all other women--past, present, and future--simply ceased to exist.
Anne FortierGiulietta pressed the letter against her heart. "I know what you are thinking. You wish to protect me...And you think Romeo will cause me pain. Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. Well, perhaps you are right...but I should rather choose to have my eyes burnt in their sockets than to have been born without.
Anne FortierInstead, a strange voice whispered, "How can love be a sin? If God did not want us to love, then why did he create such beauty as yours?" Giulietta gasped in surprise and fear. "Romeo?
Anne FortierWhat kind of woman agrees to a blind date at the top of a tower? And what kind of man spends his nights with a helmet on his head, visor closed, communicated with people via tennis balls?
Anne FortierThink about it. He drinks poison. What kind of man drinks poison? She is the one who stabs herself with his dagger. The manly way.
Anne FortierMots clés humor
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