“Phillipa, my heart, my blood, my everything,will you for God’s and my sake marry me?”
“110. When I enter the pulpit with the Bible in my hands and in my heart, my blood begins to flow and my eyes to sparkle for the sheer glory of having God’s Word to expound.”
“Damn it, Lettie. Marry me. For pity's sake, marry me and put me out of my misery.”
“You have slipped under my skin, invaded my blood, and seized my heart. You have poisoned me.”
“I will never not want you, understand? I love you. I adore you. I admire you. I desire you. You are my heart. My blood, my bones. My everything.”
“...you’re in my blood spreading through my heart— pumping me numb.”