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“Seafood, of course, has aphrodisiac qualities. Mollusks, too---like lanarche ajo e ojo, snails in oil and garlic. Perhaps some carciofioni, baby artichokes cooked with mint, pulled apart with the fingers and dipped in soft, melted butter. Wine, obviously. And then, to finish, a burst of sugar, something light but artificial, so that you feel full of energy and happiness---but that's only one side of the story. If you want someone to fall in love with you, you would cook for them something very different, something perfectly simple but intense. Something that shows you understand their soul." "Such as?" "Well, that's the difficulty. It will vary from individual to individual. You'd have to really know the person concerned---their history, their background, whether they are raw or refined, dry or oily. You would have to have tasted them, to know whether their own flesh is sweet or savory, salty or bland. In short, you would have to love them, and even then you might not truly know them well enough to cook a dish that would capture their heart.”

“What I need,” Mulan said quietly, “is someone who will stand by my side. Someone who will support me in my role.” She looked at him, willing her heart into her eyes. “Someone who loves me, and whom I love in return.” As Shang gazed back at her, everything around them became blurred, muffled. Finally, she spoke the terrifying, hopeful words. “I want you to marry me, Shang.” In that moment, Mulan could hear nothing but her heart beating in her ears. For what seemed like an eternity, silence hung between them. Shang let out a shaky breath. His expression wasn’t a clear yes, and Mulan’s soul froze. “Mulan,” he said. “Heavens know I want nothing more, but I worry I’ll be holding you back.” Relief flooded through her at his words. She took his hands. “Shang, we’ve led China to victory now, not once but twice. You don't hold me back. Your love makes me stronger.”

“I've stayed here in Oxford as the seasons have changed, watching summer turn to autumn turn to winter turn to spring. And in the coming cycle, I will be here once more. Season after season, year after year, as crocuses make way for summer honeysuckle, as sun-loving lantana ease out for the quieter mums, as pansies blanket the wintry town and as spring beauties burst forth again behind the snow. I'll still be here with Fisher by my side. Because this spring the stars aligned, as Marian promised they would. I picked a mid-March spray of spirea, made myself a bridal bouquet, and gave my whole heart to the man whose heart was given whole to me.”

“You are introducing chaos into my ordered world of cardiology. See this. This is your heart—a perfect pump. It's not just a pump. The heart is life, the holder of the soul. the keeper of dreams and the place inside yourself where you talk to the angels. -Cardiologist Angela Perkins getting schooled on the heart by medical student Michael Harper in High Risk”

“It was time to tell her how he felt. He loved her. He loved her quirks and eccentricities. Loved her eclectic clothes and fancy shoes. Loved her schedules, lists, and plans. He loved her passion for trivia and all things Marvel, the fact she could hack a game and own it, and that she was the smartest woman he knew. And he loved how dedicated she was to her family, how she adored and respected them, but wanted her independence, too.”

“In my favourite picture of them, Oskar is reading a letter while Olga ties his tie for him. His tie matches her dress. Both of them look kind of preoccupied. You don't look at this picture, as you might with Bride of the Wind, and think "what an amazing love scene". But I do not think in a million years, Oskar and Alma would have had that easy, couply familiarity. I would also point you to another wonderful picture, in which Olga seems to be speaking animatedly and Oskar is watching her, smiling. These are normal things. They are not as exciting as stormy, passionate affairs. But they are no less meaningful for being normal. Ultimately, I think instead of being swept up in sex-doll-beheading fury, most people would choose sitting around and eating rice pudding with someone they love and who loves them in return.”

“They say pale gilded flowers once blossomed here. They twinkled with excitement beneath the bright ardor of this sun. Each bearing a glint of hope that could heal the most broken of hearts. Yet, in disappointment . . . and regret—I found it to be a lie. For a long time, I lived in that lie. Hatefully ignorant of the person I had to become. If not for her wisdom, the only constant of my journey would be death. In her, we had found hope . . . . . . and it haunts me knowing she’s somewhere out there—alone. I will walk to the ends of the world, until the Gold from the sun dwindles away . . . if it means I can find you.”

“How were you naive enough to think you and Yash had a chance?" Naina said. "Because truth has to..." "... count for something," Yash and India said together. India spun toward him. And there it was, the endless peace of her gaze. Breath whooshed out of him, weight lifted off his shoulders. "Because love has to count for something." He took a step closer, and her body sagged, mirroring all the relief he was feeling. "I breathe differently when she's around. I feel... I feel alive in ways I never have.”