Kiss someone. Even if it's only in your mind.

— Sylvain Reynard

Light a candle against the darkness...

— Sylvain Reynard

Maybe the only thing that lasts is our memories of each other...

— Sylvain Reynard

Miss Mitchell had a lovely voice, it was true, but Miss Mitchell speaking Italian was something celestial. Her ruby mouth opening and closing, the delicate way she almost sang the words, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips from time to time... Professor Emerson had to remind himself to close his mouth after it had dropped open.

— Sylvain Reynard

My Dearest Julianne, Thank you for your immeasurable gift. The only thing I have of value is my heart. It’s yours, Gabriel.

— Sylvain Reynard

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— Sylvain Reynard

She comforted him in his darkness and gave him hope. She seemed to cherish a sincere affection for him, despite his failings. 'She saved me'.

— Sylvain Reynard

Sometimes I hear the echo of your voice in an empty hall, and it reminds me that you're gone.

— Sylvain Reynard

The only person who can forgive me is the one I've wronged. That's the power we have. We can use that power for good — to forgive someone. Or we can use it to hold on to old wrongs and hurts so that they never heal

— Sylvain Reynard

When I am an old man and I can remember nothing else, I will remember this moment. The first time my eyes beheld an angel in the flesh. “I will remember your body and your eyes, your beautiful face and breasts, your curves and this.” He traced his hand around her navel before dragging it lightly to the top of her lower curls. “I will remember your scent and your touch and how it felt to love you. But most of all, I will remember how it felt to gaze at true beauty, both inside and out. For you are fair, my beloved, in soul and in body, generous of spirit and generous of heart. And I will never see anything this side of heaven more beautiful that you

— Sylvain Reynard