“He put his hand on my waist, and my heart began to pound, a rougher rhythm than the music. I held my skirt. Our free hands met. His felt warm and comforting and unsettling and bewildering--all at once.” LoveHeartHandsFeltMy HeartMetsWarmRhythmPoundsComfortingSkirts Author:Gail Carson Levine
“Would you favor me with a dance?" Over all the others I was his choice! I curtsied, and he took my hand. Our hands knew each other. Char looked at me, startled. "Have we met before, Lady?” HandsChoicesMetsFavors Author:Gail Carson Levine
“But what I really long to know you do not tell either: what you feel, although I've given you hints by the score of my regard. You like me. You wouldn't waste time or paper on a being you didn't like. But I think I've loved you since we met at your mother's funeral. I want to be with you forever and beyond, but you write that you are too young to marry or too old or too short or too hungry - until I crumple your letters up in despair, only to smooth them out again for a twelfth reading, hunting for hidden meanings.” ThinkingKnowsWantFeelsWritingLongYoungMotherReadingGivenForeverMetsDespairWastePaperLettersRegardHungryLike MeScoreFuneralWasting TimeHuntingSmoothToo ShortHintsReally LongHidden MeaningWant To Be With YouI Want To Be With You Author:Gail Carson Levine
