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| 4e3e5a7 | "You and I, we must carry on, Gemma. I cannot afford the luxury of love. I must marry well. And now I must look after you. It is my duty." "If you wish to suffer, you do so of your own free will, not on my behalf. Or Father's or Grandmama's or anyone's. You are a fine physician, Thomas. Why is that not enough?" "Because it isn't," he says with a rare candor. "Only this and the hope of nothing more? A quiet respectability with no true greatness or heroism in it, with only my reputation to recommend me. So you see, Gemma, you are not the only one who cannot rule her own life." | responsibility life love thomas-doyle gemma-doyle yearn control | Libba Bray | |
| d736c01 | He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven--at least in this life--was neither a time nor a place to be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again to leave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears. Very much on the verge of tears. And very frightened. | heaven life-and-living love fleeting yearn yearning nostalgic sky fright tears | Mary Balogh | |
| 1ab3e06 | The splendor of that moment, its transcendent glory and aliveness, haunted him. He could thrust it aside by day, but it poisoned his dreams by night, calling to him and pleading with him to unlock the chains he'd bound about it. | rage dreams chain aliveness berserker haunt pleading splendor unlock haunting yearn haunted chains glory moment desire nightmare | David Weber |