“I saw power, yet meekness, forcefulness, yet gentleness, discipline, yet compassion. I had never seen eyes like His.”
“He’d never seen a rain quite like this so gentle that it seemed barely to fall yet slowly laid its shine on the bay leaves and hydrangea flowers…”
“I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I had never seen before: Anger. They were like emerald fire”
“I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.”
“Time has stopped; time is racing. Lochie's lips are rough yet smooth, hard yet gentle. His fingers are strong: I feel them in my hair and on my neck and down my arms and against my back. And I never want him to let me go.”
“I wanted to hear his voice again, yet feared to meet his eye.”