“I looked at the titles on the bookshelf and found a book on Greek mythology next to a book of poetry, which was flanked by a book on German philosophy. "How are these organized?" "They're not." I turned to him.… — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“-Hardly knowing what i was doing, i began to hit the table with one hand as i sang in a low voice. Big cows" -thump- "lumps of meat" -thump. His widened. "Give me milk" -thump- "warm and sweet." I stopped abruptly, pressing my lips together as I realized what I had just sung. The ridiculousness of it struck me forcibly… — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share
“My heart would obey me, I was certain. I simply needed to be strict with it.” — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“and paint, to take care of my father, to feel that I belonged, to do something useful and good with my time. But most… — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“Henry lifted his head and looked directly at me. I froze where I stood, feeling as if he had just told me a secret… — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“I think the most profound beauty is found in what our hearts love. And I love this, Kate, more than I love anything else. It is beyond beautiful to me. It is home. It is..." He paused, and squinted a little, as if looking into the sun, but his gaze stayed steady on me. "It is the sight I want… — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share
“My heart swelled until I felt as if it might take over my entire being. I had landed in heaven. This was heaven.” — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“You are not The Giver of My Heart’s Desire.” I took a deep breath and smiled. “You are my heart’s desire.” — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“I hope you do not let anyone else's expectations direct the course of your life.” — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“Mr. Beaufort: “Then why do you want to know?” Philip: “Because I would never make her say the words.” — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“I think the most profound beauty is found in what our hearts love.” — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“I am not going to pretend to write a love letter to another man.” — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
