“Walking together and exchanging kisses.Holding hands like we're Mr. and Mrs.”

“When We're Together I Start To Feel Like Butterflies Are Fluttering Around Inside, And We're Walking, Talking, Smiling And Holding Each Others Hand:} <3”

“Mr. and Mrs. Foster are not my foster parents. Also, they’re not even married to each other. Mr. Foster is married to a different Mrs. Foster, and Mrs. Foster, the first Mrs. Foster, is married to a different Mr. Foster. And though I don’t know the second Mr. Foster, I heard he was a real asshole.”

“We're all under the same sky and walk the same earth; we're alive together during the same moment.”

“So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too.”

“That people should love like this, that Mr. Bankes should feel this for Mrs. Ramsay (she glanced at him musing) was helpful, was exalting.”

“That fiend!" Mr. Darling would cry, and Nana's bark was the echo of it, but Mrs. Darling never upbraided Peter; there was something in the right-hand corner of her mouth that wanted her not to call Peter names.”