Love is letting him win even though you know you could slaughter him.

You should be willing to be eaten also. You are food body.

Let him do whatever he wishes, and he will be unable to grasp on to anything to control

Let him beg, it won’t do him no good.

Save yourself some pain, girl, and give him what he wants.

He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!

As he chooses, he is.

...let his sin be his punishment, let him eat it with his bread, and let that be an end to it.

I'm glad he's hungry. Not that I want him to suffer, poor chap! But then he'll enjoy eating me much more. There's a cheerful side to everything.

Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.

Ask your child what he wants for dinner only if he's buying.

This was a big storm and he might as well enjoy it. It was ruining everything, but you might as well enjoy it

I leave you free to be yourself: to think your thoughts, indulge your tastes, follow your inclinations, behave in ways that you decide are to your liking.

Will you do me the honour of lunching with me on Wednesday?” “With pleasure.” I had as much desire to eat with him as I had to hang myself.