“How does he love me?With adoration, with fertile tears,With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.”
“He had only to touch me to turn my tears into sighs and my anger to desire. How accomodating love is; it forgives everything.”
“Dog sighs are some form of distilled truth. What does he know? What do dogs know? Ed sighs like he knows the truth about me and he loves me anyway.”
“But that's what love is like when it's fresh and new. It's fire and thunder and heat.”
“How could you afford to buy me those shoes today?Flushed, he groans into my ear, "You made me.""I did not.""You made me love you.”
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears;What is it else? A madness most discreet,A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.”