Sweet Romances to Read this Month. . . The February sunshine steeps your boughs
And tints the buds and swells the leaves within
~ William Cullen Bryant, “Among the Trees.” 1874
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. - Edith Sitwell, 1887 – 1964.
The Truest Love Stories Whisper How Deeply God Loves
“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. . .” ~ Jane Austen, Persuasion, Captain Wentworth to Anne Elliot, 1818.
"I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.” ~Jane Austen,Pride and Prejudice,Mr. Darcy to Elizabeth Bennet, 1813.
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. . .
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
. .I love thee purely. . .I shall but love thee better after death."~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese, Number 43, 1850.
“Had she but turned back then, and looked out once more on to the rose-lit garden, she would have seen that which would have made her own sufferings seem but light and easy to bear--a strong man, overwhelmed with his own passion and despair. Pride had given way at last, obstinacy was gone: the will was powerless. He was but a man madly, blindly, passionately in love and as soon as her light footstep had died away within the house, he knelt down upon the terrace steps, and in the very madness of his love he kissed one by one the places where her small foot had trodden, and the stone balustrade, where her tiny hand had rested last.” ~ Emmuska Orczy, The Scarlet Pimpernel, Sir Percy and Marguerite, 1905.