"Arabella looked at him and thought of all the flowery things one would say if this were a romance in a book. She had read such speeches - long, elegant monologues rich with classical allusions and clever turns of phrase. They all felt wrong somehow, not because the emotion wasn’t there, but because it was. Next to the sheer vastness of her love, verbal frills felt superfluous. Silly, even, like trying to deck out a mountain range in lace trim."
~ The Mischief of the Mistletoe by Lauren Willig