She was breathtaking in her beauty and her human spirit, he thought, unable to speak as he gazed upon her. Hers was the sort that would not fade or grow jaded with time and years, but flourish, grow more radiant with life and its experience. Hers was a beauty that no other possessed. A beauty he longed to keep, to hide away, to bask in, himself alone. She had become his. He didn’t know when, whether it had been the moment her fingertips had touched him when he was hurt, or if it had grown, like a seed, slowing spreading until Jane had become the root anchoring the shattered pieces of his heart, pulling them tight together until it resembled the organ it should.Charlotte Featherstone
About This Quote
This quote, written by Robert Jordan, is a story about a man who fell in love with a woman and loved her. The woman was breathtaking in her beauty and human spirit. She was a very good person and had a great heart. The man loved the woman very much and wanted to have her as his wife.
However, he knew that he just couldn’t let the woman go as she had become part of him. For as long as he lived, he would never be able to let go of this beautiful, honest, loving woman.
Source: Sinful
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