"Angel was a rare flower in a weed patch, something special. The others didn't like her because of it. And because Angel didn't mingle. She was self-possessed." (p.85)
"He wasn't worried about anything. Every inch of him told her he knew who he was and what he was about, even if she didn't. And she knew if she didn't get well and get away soon, he would end up taking her apart, piece by piece." (p.117)
"Don't go pinning your hopes on me, mister. I have my own plans, and they don't include you." (p.122)
"The walk had been good for her, but she was exhausted. Still, she didn't want to be inside. She dragged his chair out the door so she could sit in the open. She wanted to feel the warmth of the sun on her face. She wanted to smell the fresh air. A soft afternoon breeze played with her hair, and she could smell the earth, strong and rich. Her muscles loosened, and she closed her eyes." (p.122)
"He might as well have been invisible. She was so tightly wrapped in herself, her own misery and dark thoughts, that she was blind to everything else. Especially him." (p.128)
"She hated his competence. She despised his calm. She wanted to destroy both, and she only had one weapon she knew how to use." (p.129)
"The foulness was inside her, running in her blood." (p.132)
"He had not married her to have a drudge. He wanted a woman as a part of his life-- part of himself." (p.141)
"He wondered if he could even put it into words. 'I want you to love me,' he said and saw the derision in her ace. 'I want you to trust me enough to let me love you,, and I want you to stay here with me so we can build a life together. That's what I want.'" (p.150)
"'Are you crying? For me?' she said weakly. 'Don't you think you're worth it?' Something inside her cracked. She writhed inside to escape the feeling..." (p.152)
"She wasn't ready to listen to the why and wherefore. It would be acid, not salve. And so he held his silence." p.154
"He held her and looked into her eyes and was aware of her, and something deep within her shifted." p.157
"she had imagined him gloating and taunting, rubbing her face in her own broken pride. Instead he knelt before her and washed her dirty, blistered feet." p. 163
"Because, for some of us, one mile can be farther to walk than thirty." p.164
"He could feel the fear radiating from her. And rightly so. His rage frightened him." p. 195
"But he had seen and heart it-- for one brief, unguarded instant he'd known what she really felt. Relief. Relief so profound it stopped him cold." p.196
"She didn't understand him. She didn't understand him at all, 'why?' 'Because I love you.' he said thickly." p.197
"The anger vanished but not the hurt, not the sorrow. 'You are free. You just don't know it yet.'" p.198
"It was easier retreating into anger than seeing into her tortured soul." p.206
"She had cut herself wide open and poured her insides out to him the night he brought her home. Now she lay bleeding to death and wouldn't allow the healing to come." p.212
"Falling in love meant you lost control of your emotions and your will and your life. It meant you lost yourself." p.215
"He was not uneasy with the darkness or the sounds, and after a while, in his arms, she wasn't either." p.217
"You didn't just walk away and say things had never happened. they had, and they left deep, raw, gaping wounds. Even when the wounds healed, there were scars." p.254
"...you had to be like a stone because people would chip away at you, and that stone had to be big enough that they would never reach the very heart of you." p.265
"She had thought men like him were weak, but [he] wasn't. He was quiet and steady, unyielding, like a rock. How could he still look at her with anything but loathing after all she had done? How could he love her?" p.267
"You know, sometimes you can hurt yourself more by trying to keep yourself from being hurt!" p.269
"It suddenly dawned on them what they had done. Not to her. That didn't matter one way or the other. But to themselves." p.270
"Sometimes people became too caught up in the problems of day-to-day living to notice the pain in someone else." p.271
"You're a bird who's been in a cage all your life, and suddenly all the walls are gone, and you're in the wide open. You're so afraid you're looking for any way back into the cage again." p.275
"His dreams were becoming her dreams." p.278
"She destroyed his dreams, and he made her wind chimes." p.284
"As long as she was moving and working, she could hold the longing at bay." p.300
"She was so weak. It was a loathsome thing to face about herself." p.309
"There was something inside him that drew her like a moth to flame, but it was a flame that didn't scorch or destroy. It lit something deep inside her so that she felt she was becoming a part of him." p.318
"She was consumed with gratitude and filled with an aching humility that this man loved her. Why, of all the other women of the world, had he chosen her? She was so undeserving. It was inconceivable." p.344
"You have to die to be reborn." p.357
"She was so full of emotion she couldn't speak. His expression was so endearing, full of so much promise. she loved him so much she felt consumed with it." p.361
"'It doesn't matter,' he said over and over. 'It doesn't matter.'
Both of them knew it did." p.362
"She really loved him. And yet, there was something else in her moonlit face. A haunting sadness he couldn't take away, and emptiness he could never fill." p.368
"Stared that those aristocratic hands, hands without calluses, pale and manicured. Beautifully shaped hands that were capable of unspeakable cruelty.
She remembered [his] hands, large and strong, clearly used to hard labor. They were callused and rough. His hands had looked so cruel and yet been so gentle. His touch healed her body and opened her heart." p.405
"He drew back, looking down into her face...he thought his heart would burst. She was his. She belonged to him! He could scarcely take it in." p.409
"'God I think'...she felt jubilation-- and the presence of a power so immense she was trembling." p.413
"That voice had said My will, but all she had really done was the only thing that came into her mind" p.417
"You're eaten up with bitterness. You carry your hatred like a banner, waving it all the time." p.424
"They were both so beautiful it was hard to look at them. Light shining in the darkness." p.438
"She pushed the lace curtain back to stare out the window. It was raining. She couldn't breathe past the pain in her chest. Her eyes were on fire." p.448
"Forgiving others for what they had done to her had come far easier than forgiving herself." p.449
"The revelation was bitter and painful, but a relief, too. There was an odd sort of freedom in standing before a mirror and seeing himself clearly." p.450
"He bought you out of bondage with his own sweat and blood, and you know it. Don't tell me now you can't go back to him." p.452
"She struggled to control the tears that were so often near the surface lately. She would not give in. She couldn't. If she did, she would cry until she melted away into nothing." p.453
"All her carefully planned words fled. So many words to say a simple, heartfelt thing: I love you, and I'm sorry. She could not even speak. The tears that had been frozen inside her all her life came, and the last bastion melted away in a flood.
Weeping, [she] sank to her knees. Hot tears fell on his boots. She wiped them away with her hair. She bent over, heartbroken, and put her hands on his feet." p.461
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