“I found myself one evening in the dreams of the night, in that sacred building, the Temple. After aseason of prayer and rejoicing, I was informed that I should have the privilege of entering into one ofthose rooms, to meet a glorious personage, and as I entered the door, I saw, seated on a raisedplatform, the most glorious Being my eyes have ever beheld, or that I ever conceived existed in all theeternal worlds. As I approached to be introduced, he arose and stepped towards me with extendedarms, and he smiled as he softly spoke my name. If I shall live to be a million years old, I shall neverforget that smile. He took me into his arms and kissed me, pressed me to His bosom, and blessed me,until the marrow of my bones seemed to melt! When He had finished, I fell at His feet, and as I bathedthem with my tears and kisses, I saw the prints of the nails in the feet of the Redeemer of the world.The feeling that I had in the presence of Him who hath all things in His hands, to have His love, Hisaffection, and His blessings was such that if I ever can receive that of which I had but a foretaste, Iwould give all that I am, all that I ever hope to be, to feel what I then felt (as cited in Bryant S.Hinckley, The Faith of Our Pioneer Fathers, pp. 226-27.)”

“His was the holiest face I ever saw. My very name turned holy on his tongue. If he had bade me rise and follow to the end of time, I would have gone. If he had bade me die for him, I would have died. When I deserved it least, God gave me most. I think it was the savior's face I saw.”

“Harlin smiles softly and steps up, wrapping his arms around me as he brings his lips to my ear. I close my eyes. "I hate every second I'm away from you," he says. "Don't ever doubt that." And then he kisses me.”

“No one else should see him like that, ever. Not my Rue. And he was mine, as much as I was his. I knew that now, just from the way he looked at me after I kissed him. Everything I felt for him, every ounce of yearning and desire and need, had shone out of his eyes as he stared up at me. And I knew right then, I knew… he belonged to me.”

“He looked at me, finally. I wanted to believe I saw softness in his eyes, but I could have imagined it. I did that all the time. All I had to do was close my eyes and I could see him reaching toward me, his lips millimeters from my own. But always… always I opened my eyes and it wasn’t real.”

“He asked me if I ever prayed-- and I lied.Then he asked me if I ever got an answer, or a sign that my prayer was heard-- and I told him the truth."Yeah... me neither."His hands sounded like leather as he slowly rubbed some warmth into his knotted knuckles."So what happens to all of those lost prayers?"I didn't know if I should tell him the truth of what I really believed... or not.I put my hand on his slumping shoulder, smiled and told him the truth of what I believe, "Don't worry...”