“Good,” he said softly. “Set the world afire. Just let me hand you the matches.”

“Set the world afire. Just let me hand you the matches.”

“It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right."Daisy managed to whisper through dry lips. "If you're a ghost...I hope you haunt me forever."Matthew sat on the floor and reached for her cold hands. "Would a ghost use the door?" he asked gently, bringing her fingers to his scratched, battered face.”

“It's just . . . I'd like you to find some nice guy with no weird fuckin' baggage."I had to laugh. My irritation vanished, and I reached over to pat his hand. "If you ever meet one," I said, "let me know.”

“Leo smiled and stroked her hair. 'We'll both be fine, Marks. We've just begun our journey...and there's so much we have yet to do.' He spoke more softly as he heard her breathing turn even and steady. 'Rest against my heart. Let me watch over your dreams. And know that tomorrow morning, and every morning after that, you'll awaken next to someone who loves you.''Dodger?' she mumbled against his chest, and he grinned.'No, your confounded ferret will have to stay in his basket. I was referring to myself.''Yes, I know.' Catherine slid her hand up to his cheek. 'Only you,' she said. 'Always you.”

“You told me you believed marriage was for other people.""You're the only man who could make me believe that it's for me, too. Although when you get down to it, love is what's real. I still say marriage is just a piece of paper."Jack smiled. "Let's find out," he said, and he pulled me down to the bed with him.Jack & Ella”

“I closed my eyes, thinking, Let me love you, Hardy, just let me.”