“In this worldlove has no coloryet how deeply my bodyis stained by yours.”
“Experience has shown how deeply the seeds of war are planted by economic rivalry and social injustice.”
“...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...”
“Half an hour afterwards Dick emerged from the inn, and if Fancy's lips had been real cherries, probably Dick's would have appeared deeply stained.”
“....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....”
“How's that brother of yours?" Gratton asks me. "Which one?" "The heroic one with the cart." I sigh so deeply that the collie licks my face to cure me. "Oh, Finn.”