“Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain, Fond heart that is ever more true Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain--- She’ll wait by the sliprails for you.”
“Aye, well, he'll be wed a long time," he said callously. "Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?""Absence," I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. "AND fonder. If anything's growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn't be his heart.”
“If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, -- quieter, warmer.”
“Looks like sunsets are growing on you.”
“Slip away and come watch the sunset." -Marcus'There are more calls to finish.' -Shari"Those will wait. The sunset won't" -Marcus”
“I thought marriage was for ever. I really did. I thought Luke and I would grow old and grey together. Or at least, old. (I'm not intending to go grey, ever...)”