“Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.”

“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.”

“Their fingers seemed to fit together in just the right way- effortlessly clasped, like perfect complements.”

“She stood breast-high amid the corn
Clasped by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.”

“He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest.”

“Two weeks together, that’s all it took, two weeks for me to fall in love with you.”

“When you loved me I gave you the whole sun and stars to play with. I gave you eternity in a single moment, strength of the mountains in one clasp of your arms, and the volume of all the seas in one impulse of your soul.”

“We run a car wreck photo every week, whether we have a car wreck or not. That's our golden rule.”

“It could not have been ten seconds, and yet it seemed a long time that their hands were clasped together. He had time to learn every detail of her hand.”

“Words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean.  Little audible links, they are, chaining together great inaudible feelings and purposes.”