“But looking beautiful isn't, I think, as important as feeling beautiful,”

“Oh, very well, do you want to know why I really think you should keep a journal?"She nodded."Because someday you're going to grow into yourself, and you will be as beautiful as you already are smart.”

“I don't think Henrietta suits anyone," she replied. Then she offered him her cheeky smile, and Alex saw in an instant why Dunford was falling like a rock for this girl. She had spirit, and although she didn't realize it yet, she had beauty, and Dunford didn't have a chance.”

“I think you're going to break more hearts this spring than I'll be able to count.""It isn't your job to count them," he said, his voice quiet and hard."No, it isn't, is it?" She looked over at him and smile wryly. "But I'm going to end up doing it all the same, won't I?""And why is that?"She didn't seem to have an answer to that, and then, just when he was sure she would say no more, she whispered, "Because I won't be able to stop myself.”

“She was so beautiful it made her teeth ache.He made a mental note not to attempt poetry.”

“Of course. The team on your carriage was beautiful. They are yours, aren't they?"He ignored her and walked ahead until his foot connected with soft mushy ground. "Shit," he muttered."Exactly."He glared at her, thinking himself a saint for not going for her throat.”

“I was told once that the most important part of a fight is making sure your opponent looks worse than you do when you’re through.”