“Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd;
Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd;
The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,
And ease of heart her every look convey'd.”

“And her joy would become a restless thing, flapping its wings inside her, as though looking for an opening to fly away.”

“As though a tongueless nightingale should swell
Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.”

“Finally getting control of myself, I kissed her again, then brought my hand to her face, gently running my fingers over her cheek. I marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness I saw in her eyes. Even now she was perfect.”

“It was as though she was an exile from a world that saw things her way”

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

“Then he saw that she was blind, her face slightly upcast to her companion's in the manner of those whose expressions never fully attain their target - the eyes of another.”

“Truth is no harlot who throws her arms round the neck of him who does not desire her; on the contrary, she is so coy a beauty that even the man who sacrifices everything to her can still not be certain of her favors.”

“Loving her, Monsignore,
I love all her attributes;
But I believe
That even if I did not love her
I would love the blueness of her eyes,
And her blue garment, made in the manner of the Japanese.”

“Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.”