Quotes About Love

kiss me again," He says ,drunk and foolish "kiss me until iam sick of it" "if you're the sickness , i suppose you cant also be the cure.

I don't want anyone normal. I don't want anyone safe. I want you. I have loved you from almost the first moment I saw you, wild and fierce and brave...

Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs.

What I want is him back, him standing beside me, him laughing at all this. I would settle for even his worst self, his cruellest trickster self, if only he could be here.

That´s one reason I didnt want to believe you´d joined up with Madoc. The other is that i want you here by my side, as my queen. Page 163

Your mother doesn't make mistakes." I hear her blow out the smoke. "Baby, I know what I'm doing.

He leans in and closes his eyes. ¨Most of all, i hate you because i think of you. Often. Its disgusting, and I cant stop.¨ I am Shocked into silence." page 307

love doesn't grow well, fed on pain.

Madoc seemed like the sort to roast him over a fire, consume his flesh, and call it love. By then, I had become familiar with love of that kind.

that's my wife!

I guess it's true; no one will ever love you like your family.

come home and fight with me. come home and shout at me. come home and break my heart, if you must. just come home

Parece que tengo un gusto singular por las mujeres que me amenazan.

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them. Sometimes I actually think it makes the wanting worse.

And when he kisses me, it feels as though I can finally breathe again.

Once, Lila Zacharov was in love with a boy with hair as black as spilled ink and eyes as dark as coffee. She would trace his name on her skin, over and over, write it in the condensation of her breath on panes of glass, scrawl it on the bottoms of her feet with the tip of her nail, like she was casting a spell.

The hardest thing—the impossible thing—is to get past the memory of Cardan telling me he loved me. He said those words, and I didn't answer him. I thought there would be time. And I was happy—despite everything—I was happy, just before everything went so terribly wrong. We won. Everything was going to work out. And he loved me.

Maybe it isn't the worst thing to want to be loved, even if you're not. Even if it hurts. Maybe being human isn't always being weak. Maybe it was shame that was the problem.

Jude never loved Locke." My face feels hot, but my shame is an excellent cover to hide behind. "She loved

He oído que para los mortales, la sensación de enamorarse es muy parecida a la sensación de miedo. Tu corazón late rápido. Tus sentidos se intensifican. Te sientes aturdido, tal vez incluso mareado.

Cardan ought to have been the boy with the heart of stone in Aslog's story, but somehow he had let his heart turn to glass.

just had my first kiss in a stronghold of the Enemy of Death, in a room full of his dead brother's stuff, Call thought. Story of my life.

Corny nodded, but when he moved to put the key in the ignition, Luis's hand stopped him. When he turned, their mouths met. "I'm sorry... that I've been," Luis said in between kisses,"distracted... by everything. Is it morbid... that I'm talking...?" Corny murmured something that he hoped sounded like agreement as Luis's fingers dug into his hips, pushing him up so they could crush their bodies closer together.

Gavriel was half in love with death. He'd lost a lover to it and put his own brother in a grave, so maybe it was no surprise that he stalked murderers through the city streets, sinking his fangs into their jugulars and gulping down their blood. Every night, it was as though he avenged his brother by killing some stand-in for himself.