“...we'll have a duel in the morning on the moors. Plenty of fog. It will be quite dramatic, I daresay.” — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“To my unsuspecting love. When I look into your eyes, I lose all sense of time and place. Reason robbed, clear thought… — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“Dear Philip, I don't imagine you will ever read this. If you do, it is bacause something dreadful has happened to me.… — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“He cupped my face in his hands. "Then listen to me, my blind, stubborn, darling friend. You stole my heart the night… — 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"… — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“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.… — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
“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
