Quotes from Elizabeth Chandler

Sometimes love started with bewildering passion and then grew deeper through friendship; sometimes it started with deep friendship and surprised everybody-especially the two "best friends-with it's sudden romantic fire. Either way, love seemed both meant to be and a miracle.

Cuanto más amas, más te lastima. Lo que es peor, lo lastimas a él así como a ti misma.

Experience had taught me not to get close to guys who fell in love with Liza. I had been burned twice and I knew I couldn't compete. It didn't matter that I could no longer give a guy access to my sister; if Mike knew who I was, I'd be access to romantic memories of her. He'd start looking for traits and signs of her in me. And I wasn't setting myself up for that kind of heartache.

If you ask me, people out of touch with reality aren't nearly as dangerous as lawyers like him who manipulate it.

As Tristan left the darkroom he heard Lacey's soap opera voice. "And so our two heroes part," she said, "blinded by love, neither of them listening to the wise and beautiful Lacey"—she hummed a little—"who, by the way, is getting a broken heart of her own. But who cares about Lacey?" she asked sadly. "Who cares about Lacey?

It seems to me that really crazy people don't think they're crazy. Why would you?

The incredible blue of his eyes and the intensity with which zeroed in on me made my heart jolt, made me feel as if I were on an elevator that had suddenly dropped beneath me. All I could do was stare at him, surprised. Of course the character of Helena would have acted the same way. I wasn't acting but I looked like I was

Cuando amas a alguien, nunca se termina... Sigues adelante, porque tienes que hacerlo, pero lo llevas contigo en tu corazón.

No puedes elegir siempre como amar a una persona. El amor no es lógico o justo. Sólo pasa.

Te Amo - susurró Tristan -. Te he amado desde el primer momento que te vi. Mi amor por ti jamás morirá. Es Eterno. Te lo juro aquí, a medio camino entre el Cielo y la Tierra.

Megan, I love you,. I will always love you." I swallowed hard. "Scared?" He asked. "Yeah. How about you?" "Even more than the first time," He said. "I know what it feels like to lose you." Then he bent his head and kissed me.

Recordar puede ser tan doloroso cómo no recordar.

He watched her hurry off to her car and back down the driveway too fast--as always--cutting the wheel too soon as usual. "Mailbox!" he yelled when she was still ten feet from slamming on the brakes. She gazed at him with surprise, her hazel eyes holding his for a moment, then she laughed and continued out of the driveway on a safer path.

La manera en que Tristan la hacía reír, la manera en que la había atraído a su vida, la manera en que la había deleitado con su música - ¿Como podría alguna vez dejar su ansia de él?

Si no fuera por ti, yo nunca habría sabido lo que es amar a alguien... Si no fuera por ti, nunca habría besado una boca tan dulce.

Ivy bent down to look at the screen. "No! Yes! No! Yes!" she read, then laughed a little sadly. "It sounds like me when I first met Tristan." "It's Tristan," Beth typed quickly. Ivy stopped smiling. Tristan pressed on, and Beth typed as fast as he thought: "Be careful, Ivy. It's dangerous, Ivy. Don't stay alone. Love you. Tristan.

I wonder why you see him and I hear him," Will said. "You hear him?" Ivy reached over and switched off the motor. "You hear him?" "So does Beth." Ivy's mouth dropped open. "She writes stories with messages that aren't hers. I draw angels I don't mean to draw.

She took two more steps forward. "Tristan!" she cried out loud. "Are you there?" She walked to the edge of the board and stood with her toes at the very edge. "Tristan, where are you?" Her voice echoed back from the concrete walls. "I love you!" she cried. "I love you!

No podrías estar más cerca de mi corazón que ahora.

I ragazzi apprendono come comportarsi dalle persone con cui vivono. [...]

Te Amo - susurró Tristan -. Te he amado desde el primero momento que te vi. Mi amor por ti jamás morirá. Es Eterno. Te lo juro aquí, a medio camino entre el Cielo y la Tierra.

You've changed," he said. "You're-uh-" "Yes?" "Taller." "I hope so. I was ten the last time you saw me." "And your hair's really dark now-and short," he added.

The problem for me is that I can't ever really see who Gregory is, any more than I can see what a mirror by itself looks like, because he reflects whoever's around him.

Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it—love grows like a spring flower beneath last autumn's leaves and catches them by surprise.