"My thought of you is mainly as a sort of Atlanta running splendid races in the sun with me, shooting the breakers with me and coming with me to fight with all your strength and keep me fighting with mine, all things in this world that war against good and beauty. Come with me, my golden-head, my sweet-eyed girl. God meant the whiteness of women for the lighting of black places... every evil that exists in the world seems to me a personal sin against you that I've got to avenge and set right. My beloved, my darling, for I know you are mine - keep the sword of my spirit sharp; save me from ever blunting it with the desire for ease and happiness..."

- 'Captain Cub' by Ethel Turner

The prince being therefore in no hurry, they came upon the lake at quite another part, where the bank was twenty-five feet high at least; and when they had reached the edge, he turned towards the princess and said - "How am I to put you in?"
"That is your business," she answered, quite snappishly. "You took me out - put me in again."
"Very well," said the prince; and, catching her up in his arms, he sprang from the rock. The princess had just time to give one delighted shriek of laughter before the water closed over them. When they came to the surface, she found that, for a moment or two, she could not even laugh, for she had gone down with such a rush, that it was with difficulty she recovered her breath.

- 'The Light Princess', George Macdonald

"I honour you," whispered Despereaux. "I honour you." He put his paw over his heart. He bowed so low that his whiskers touched the floor.

'The Tale of Despereaux' by Kate DiCamillo