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January 4 - January 6, 2016
All men are by nature equal, made of the same earth by one workman; and however we deceive ourselves, as dear unto God is the poor peasant as the mighty prince. —Plato
“Don’t you realize how I adore you?”
*sigh* So much more then an "I Love You"
“Then I will earn the woman’s love, if I have lost the girl’s.”
“I love you, Beatrice De Novo. I fell in love with the girl I met six years ago, and I love the woman in front of me even more.” “Gio—” “So you make the decision, tesoro mio.”
“Lately, baby, I feel like being with you is like watching the tide go out.”
I hurt for Mano, but . . .
“You could try to hold on, to chase the waves, but the water’s still going to slip away.”
Giovanni’s lips curled. “She is mine.” The enforcer’s eyes locked with his. “Is she? Really? I think Beatrice De Novo belongs to no one but herself, di Spada, no matter who may taste her blood.”
Everything’s changing so fast. This is not my world. And it’s so much bigger than anything I could have imagined.” He shook his head. “We live on the same Earth, Beatrice. The world has not changed, only your perception of it.”
“You are my balance in this life. In every life,” he murmured against her lips.
“I was bored without you,” she continued. “I had a good life, but it wasn’t anything…” It was monochrome instead of color.
“I am sure of the fire that runs through me. I am sure of the earth I stand on. And I am sure of you.”
“I love you, Jacopo…Giovanni…whatever name you choose in a hundred years…or two hundred. I’ll love you then, too. Ubi amo, ibi patria. Where I love, there is my home. You…” She blinked back tears and gave him a smile. “You are my home.”
‘Love is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.’
“Caspar and Isadora chose a short reading from the Song of Songs, chapter four. ‘You have stolen my heart, my darling, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace…”
How delightful is your love, my darling, my bride, how much more pleasing is your love than wine,’”
“‘You have stolen my heart, my darling, my bride,’” he whispered again as he pulled her closer.
