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“You know, they've got these chocolate assortments, and you like some but you don't like others? And you eat all the ones you like, and the only ones left are the ones you don't like as much? I always think about that when something painful comes up. Now I just have to polish these off, and everything'll be OK. Life is a box of chocolates. I suppose you could call it a philosophy.”

“Emotion and chocolate are a lot alike: Too much and you can get downright sick, too little and the world might as well end (that is, if you like chocolate as much as I do). We women are emotional creatures! Little girls may be made of "sugar and spice and everything nice"; but let enough time go by, and that recipe is sure to ferment into some sort of emotion.”

“Years start to pass by but our desire for each other does not pass us by. The “spice” that he brings into my life remains as peppery and savoury as ever. The beauty and warmth I bring to his life, remain as enlivening as ever. Together, we cultivate a loving relationship that lights us both.”

“Between pampering each other, hell lot of teasing, making love, and then pampering each other more, we get abundantly used to each other. We never say, every other day, that we know we cannot be apart from each other. We just do not want to be. We like it together and we just know that we shall be together, for life.”

“To talk is as easy as falling off a log. To say what your heart loves. Or, not. But we still do not say it. All we have to do is rummage through ourselves and say it out loud to the people we love. It is all within us—the love, the will, the strength, the courage, and the hope!”

“If there is love, your heart tells you, each day, in nanoscopic things. With time, time tells you. Until then, you love with all your true heart. Be honest, to yourself and to your love. Never lie—it goes against the grain of love, to lie in love. Love him and let him love you. But most of all, talk and understand each other!”

“Roohi- Rumi, what is this love? Rumi- Love is—when, endearingly, I look at you, and you look back at me with equal intensity…! Roohi asserts- Equal or more! Rumi bows with a smile. Rumi- What say, you, my Roohi? Roohi- Love is-- the lifeblood of life! You are my love! You, are my lifeblood!”

“Rumi- He whispers into my ear, “Yes. Special—are YOU, and my love for you, Milady! All I want, is to love you more, each day. To be with you, each day. To bring you flowers and everything that brings forth your sumptuous smile. If it were within my reach, I would make each day special for you. He says with such effortless grace that I go weak in my knees. Roohi- Sir, if you would so permit, I would like a mouthful of your tranquil eyes, squidgy cheeks, and succulent lips. That would bring me smiles and much more.”

“I am not me anymore. He changed me into someone. Someone sentient of feelings. Someone who loved being loved by him. Someone who loved doing things which I would never even dream of doing, but I did, and happily, for him. And, then, one day he thought he could leave. He snaffled me from the world, and then he left me for the world.”

“He did not talk… He just stayed quiet. And left. He could have just talked. The same old Rumi, my Rumi, did not talk and just left me. My Rumi, who could talk to me through his eyes, did not even look into mine, maybe from fear that I would see what was writ large in them. He did not let me. He just left. My Rumi, is no more my Rumi. He is, just Rumi.”

“Listen, I am your mother, nonetheless, I am saying this to you. And these may not have been the wisest two cents in our times, but perhaps, are in today’s times—love, you take your time to get married, no rush. Know a guy, well, very well, before you engineer lofty dreams in your head and heart, and take the big step. I do not care about the world; I care about my daughter and her heart more than anything else.”

“I look at my much in love parents, and their cutest ever tiffs. How they get back to talking because they cannot just, not talk, to each other, for too long. They sulk, and talk, but talk. Never a day without talking. Such, is how love should be. I look at them and my cup runneth over!”

“Although they probably know that some children were used and some children are used as miners, most adults are ignorant of the chocolate industry’s use of minors.”

“As I lay in bed trying to figure out the tangle I had gotten myself into, I realised temptation struck human beings in different forms. In the form of chocolates for children, drugs for young adults, bribe money for people in influential positions, and sometimes in the form of lust –like the kind I had been struck with. Human beings succumbed to this temptation despite knowing too well that they would suffer the consequences days, weeks, months or even years later.”

“The greatest Emotion is Love. The greatest quality is seeking to serve others. The greatest gift is your own Life. The greatest pleasure is CHOCOLATE! The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is that there's always something new to learn. The greatest virtue is temperance. The greatest meditation is a peaceful mind. The greatest practice is to be Kind. education. The greatest challenge is to let go. The greatest wisdom is to be in the NOW”

“I can almost see it now, in red and yellow lettering; as if the events of the past eight years have been neatly and prettily folded away, leaving no rough edges, no blanks, just the gloss of recovered time. And it smells of the Americas; the court of Montezuma; spiced, in golden goblets and mixed with wine and pomegranate juice. And it smells of cream and cardamom; of sacrificial bonfires; of temples and of palaces; of vanilla and tonka and mocha and rose. The scent is overwhelming; it rushes through me like the wind; it sweeps me off my feet like love- Will you stay, Vianne? Will you stay?”

“Some people when they see cheese, chocolate or cake they don't think of calories.”

“Romance wasn't in chocolate, it was in the gasp of breath as we came up for air. It was in the way he cradled my face, the way I traced my finger over the crescent-shaped birthmark on his collarbone. It was in the way he muttered how beautiful I was, the way it made my heart soar. It was in the way I wanted to know everything about him - his favorite songs, finally guess his favorite color.”

“His other hand finds my cheek, and he wipes away my tears with his thumb. The chocolate scent overwhelms me as he bends over and whispers in my ear, “No, Cassie. No, no, no.” I throw my arm around his neck and press his dry cheek against my wet one. I’m shaking like an epileptic, and for the first time I can feel the weight of the quilts on the top of my toes because the blinding dark sharpens your other senses. I’m a bubbling stew of random thoughts and feelings. I’m worried my hair might smell. I want some chocolate. This guy holding me—well, it’s more like I was holding him—has seen me in all my naked glory. What did he think about my body? What did I think about my body? Does God really care about promises? Do I really care about God? Are miracles something like the Red Sea parting or more like Evan Walker finding me locked in a block of ice in a wilderness of white? “Cassie, it’s going to be okay,” he whispers into my ear, chocolate breath.”

“I made you nervous? I was ready to get on my knees, Em." My heart flipped over in my chest, and I covered the moment by fumbling with the string holding the box closed. It slipped free with a jerk, and the box, designed to open like a flower, revealed its gift. A gasp escaped me. Nestled in a white cloud of spun sugar was a perfect little sphere-shaped gâteau covered in chocolate so dark and glossy it shone like midnight. But that wasn't what had my mouth falling open in awe. Resting on the very top of the orb was a pink-and-gold butterfly made of sugar glass. The delicate wings were so fine and thin the light shone through them. It looked so real I half expected it to fly away. "Lucian..." "This is how I see you sometimes," he said in a low voice, eyes on the gâteau. "Beautiful and rare, something not to be contained but treasured.”

“So Where’s the Chocolate Group? As we have said, we’re not going to pull a fast one. There are no forbidden foods, because deprivation doesn’t work. All of the above guidelines are intended as a balance over time—which means even if you eat a candy bar, it will eventually average out. When you have let go of the diet mentality and have made peace with food, you will discover that you sometimes have a desire for food that has no nutritionally redemptive powers. We call this food play food. We prefer this term to one of the most commonly used terms to describe what’s considered unhealthy foods—junk food. The term junk food implies that there is no intrinsic value in this food—in fact, that it probably should be thrown in the garbage can. But we feel that this thinking is unwarranted. There are times when a piece of red velvet cake or a stick of licorice is just the food that will satisfy your taste buds. And eating these types of foods doesn’t mean you are an unhealthy eater.”