Quotes from Melissa de la Cruz

My aunts warned me of this many times—be wary of the sway of others, they told me. Find your own path and stay upon it. Don't allow yourself to be pulled in another direction, even if you must walk alone. "Do the most good," is their favorite saying. The most good. I like that, because it allows for, well, some of the not-so-good too. Sometimes a bit of that is necessary.

I don't know. I live day to day, waiting for the next terrible thing to happen.

Love does not make you weak; it is the absence of it that does.

Hope was like a wound, and, if not properly cared for, it festered. It turned sour and acrid.

Now you're in for it, Mr. Morris," Eliza warned proudly. "Mr. Hamilton loves to talk finance." Alex held up his glass to toast his wife. "To poor Mrs. Hamilton, who has heard me go on about this subject one too many times, I'm afraid.

The lesson, my son, is that we alone, no matter how skilled or smart or how rich, are but spokes and cannot move the wheel alone, only together can we do that.

Yes, everything he touched, everything he owned, everything in his orbit was rare, beautiful, and expensive, but none more so than the treasure in his own bedroom, the most exquisite jewel in his kingdom. Oliver felt his fangs sharpen in anticipation at the thought.

The myth of Persephone was such bullshit. The goddess's daughter gets kidnapped by the lord of the underworld and has to live six months on earth and six months in Hell, and the whiny little bitch acted as if it was a punishment At least Persephone got six months on earth every year.

It helped that Amelia looked more like her mother's side of the family, and it was startling to see how easy it was to pass.

It's vital that we work together," he says. "Arguments will only slow us down." "We wouldn't argue if you didn't contradict everything I say. Hold on, I mean you if you don't want to hear anything I have to say. You think you have all the answers already.

When she met Kingsley he was sex on legs; he was the head of the Venators, a cocky, mouthy, devilishly handsome alpha, whose life was as big as his heart and as busy as his outsize personality. Now he was a stodgy farmer. She hated to admit it, but she missed the guy he had heen

That was the thing about leaving home, she guessed. Once you'd made your way out into the world, once you'd left the darkness of the cave, it was hard to go back.

If she wasn't Mal from the Isle anymore, who was she?

I'm not just any talking mirror," Ira says. "I'm a cool talking mirror.

I got to Versailles, my blissfully simple country childhood would be over.

I learned a long time ago that tears don't save lives. All they do is blur your vision.

These three cards represent the past, the present, and the future," she told Evie. "The first card is the Tower. It means you came from a difficult past. You were trapped and in danger." "Pretty much. I mean, I am from the Isle of the Lost," said Evie. "I was exiled to our castle with my mother, the Evil Queen." "Dangerous indeed," said Celia. "When I missed our usual Friday face mask, she wanted to murder me

I have no doubt that slavery as an institution will eventually be banished

and whatever flaws and transgressions lay on the rocky road ahead of them, he knew that she was right; They could meet every obstacle and temptation in their path as long as they were by each other's side, in love and war, failure and victory, poverty and prosperity, until the curtain closed on their story.

it wasn't Tori's fault that she was friends with a killer. But another part of her, a cold and dead part, said it was necessary. Tori had a role to play in all of this; it was for the greater good.

He was the one who'd made her this way. He'd turned her into this person sitting next to him, a beast with venom in her veins. She was forced to sharpen her edges into needle points because of him.

Denial is a strong temptation as well.

Tori did something like this on Derek's phone, it would be grounds for a breakup. If Josh found out, he might kill her, and then all of this, everything she'd done, would be for nothing.

Why us? How did we luck into this life? How is that fair? To be born into a life without a choice in the matter, without the freedom to be anyone else?