Joy

“I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be...yours.”
― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

“Maybe they were back to not talking. That's what she missed the most: talking. Serious, silly, bone-deep, flippant, all their words and thoughts like gifts to each other, the only gifts they, with their hobbled hearts, could give.”
― Julia Spencer-Fleming, I Shall Not Want

“I once heard an author describe writing as taking bits and pieces of her experiences and observations, then she questions, dissects, and analyzes them. She extrapolates from them, stretching the thought out. Then she adds from her imagination a big dose of what might have been, a good measure of what would never be, and spices it all with wishful thinking.”
― Laurie Brown, What Would Jane Austen Do?

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach”
― Elizabeth Barrett Browning