Everyone is pretty enough in the dark,” she whispered.“No, they are not.” He kissed her before pulling back abruptly, willing himself to stop.

— Sylvain Reynard

For you, my love, I would endeavor to pluck the stars from the sky, only to shower them at your feet.”“How do you do that?’“Do what?”“Say things like that. That’s beautiful.”“I’ve spent years studying poetry, Mrs. Emerson. It’s in my DNA.

— Sylvain Reynard

God wants to rescue us, not destroy us. You don't have to be afraid of being happy, thinking that he wants to take that happiness away from you That's not who he is." "How can you be sure?" "Because when you've had a taste of goodness, it helps you recognize the difference between good and evil. I believe that people like Grace and St. Francis and a whole host of other kind, loving people show us what God is like. He isn't waiting to punish you, and he doesn't give you blessings just to strip them away.

— Sylvain Reynard

He Looked down at her gravely. "In many ways, we are the most perfect match. We see each other as we are, but neither of us views the other as broken.

— Sylvain Reynard

I didn’t know what darkness was until I lost you

— Sylvain Reynard

I don't think you comprehend the depth of my feeling for you. It goes beyond wanting to be near you, or protect you. I want you to be happy, and I want you to be treated with respect.

— Sylvain Reynard

If for some reason we get separated, I want you to wait for me. I’ll find you, I promise. - Gabriel Emerson

— Sylvain Reynard

I'm sorry you don't want to know me anymore. I will spend the rest of my life regretting the fact that I wasted my second chance to know you. And I will always be conscious of your absence."- Gabriel to Julia.

— Sylvain Reynard

In other words, Botticelli's ideal women look like women and not boys. They're soft and curvaceous. Healthy and rounded. Women of the size figured in this painting were considered beautiful for centuries, if not millennia. They were the aesthetic ideal during my lifetime and long after." He brought his mouth to her neck before whispering, "My ideal hasn't changed.

— Sylvain Reynard

I want you forever, not just for tonight.

— Sylvain Reynard