“He looked at her, and the clarity of his dark eyes struck her heart with a sensation of a wound touched.”

“He bent down to her; their mouths met again, and the shock of sensation was so strong, so overpowering, that she shut her eyes against it as if she could hide in the darkness. He murmured and gathered her against him.”

“Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?”

“There is light in the heart; there is no darkness in it. If a man's head be struck off, we cannot say who the man is by simply looking at his trunk. It is the heart which sees through the eye. A man must have the internal eye.”

“If you can touch her heart without touching her, then you can melt her heart just by saying her name.”

“Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.”

“He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.”

“Her clarity gave her purpose and her purpose gave her clarity.”

“Alas! she looked but in that eye
Where now was writ her destiny.
The heart love leaves looks back ever;
The heart where he is dwelling, never.”

“Like a good and happy man increasing his virtue, he kissed her. She did not move away from him. She remained in the embrace of his right arm, her face nuzzling his shoulder, her eyes closed. He tipped her chin to look and measure opportunity. She could not open her eyes. Honorably he searched, but on her face he met no quarrel.”