“Then there were sighs, the deeper for suppression,And stolen glances, sweeter for the theft:And burning blushes, though for no transgression.”
“Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juiceI say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots”
“Be like the date that grows sweeter and sweeter , even though the soil that nourishes it is rocky and harsh”
“I felt like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances.”
“When they finally did dare it, at first with stolen glances and then candid ones, they had to smile. They were uncommonly proud. For the first time they had done something out of Love.”
“Blushes and sighs are all very pretty, but soft words butter no parsnips.”