“When she got control of herself a few minutes later, she realized that in his arms she felt almost what she had in her dream, that inexpressible sense of peace and security. Of belonging, utterly.As long as her soulmate was alive, and they were together, she would be all right.”

“Yet there were times when he did love her with all the kindness she demanded, and how was she to know what were those times? Alone she raged against his cheerfulness and put herself at the mercy of her own love and longed to be free of it because it made her less than he and dependent on him. But how could she be free of chains she had put upon herself? Her soul was all tempest. The dreams she had once had of her life were dead. She was in prison in the house. And yet who was her jailer except herself?”

“She realized that home wasn't a place. It was here, safe in his arms. As long as she had this, everything would be all right.”

“He rode beside her, most of the time, almost as if he were announcing to everyone that she was his future wife. That she belong to him. She was living a fantasy but she couldn't bring herself to end it.She had fallen in love.Deeply, Irrevocably.”

“She felt as she often did in class when she was nearly sure she had the right answer, but could not always make herself raise her hand.”

“She herself had certainly never been more alive. She felt electric. She would not have been surprised if sparks had come crackling out of the tips of her sober gloves.”