Quotes About Love

There was a princess, Aurora, named for the dawn. Her hair was as golden as the crown that would one day rest upon her head. Her eyes were as wide and soft as those of a doe. From the time of her birth, no one could look upon her and not love her.

Puede que desear que alguien te quiera no sea lo peor del mundo, aunque no seas correspondido. Aunque te duela. Puede que la debilidad forme parte de la esencia del ser humano.

Love is stupid. All we do is break one another's heart." - Heather

I have heard that for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. Your heart beats fast. Your senses are heightened. You grow light-headed, maybe even dizzy.' He looks at me. 'Is that right? It would explain much about your kind if it's possible to mistake the two.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Taryn. She suffered many indignities at the hands of the magical people called the Folk, yet she never was anything but kind, no matter how they despised her. Then one day, a fox-haired faerie boy looked upon her and saw her virtue and her loveliness, so he took her to be his bride. And on his arm, dressed in a gown as bright as the stars, the other Folk saw her for the first time. They knew that they'd misjudged her and…

Bottles and carafes of it-pale green, yellow as gold, the dark purple-red of my heart's own blood.

We- the Folk- don't love like you do,' Locke said. 'Perhaps you shouldn't trust me with your heart. I might break it.

El amor no germina bien cuando se alimenta de dolor.

Love is a noble cause,' Vivi reminded her. 'How can anything done in the service of a noble cause be wrong?

Kiss me until I am sick of it... if you're the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure.

I have heard that for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. your heart beats fast. your senses are heighten. you grow light headed, maybe even a little dizzy.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Taryn and she had a faerie lover who came to her at night. He was generous and adoring, but visited only in the dark. He asked for two things: one, for her to keep their meetings secret, and two, never to look upon his face fully. And so, night after night she took delight in him but, after some time had passed, wondered what his secret could be.

Aren't you ever careless?' he asked. 'Always, with you.

It's you I love.'' he says. ''I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

Now the Court's heart is yours and yours alone. Let's break it.

The water is cold, but his kiss is colder.

He behaved as though he had a heart of stone, so she gave him one.

Cardan won't forgive you for what you're doing with her.' I pause, unable to pass by without listening for his answer. But Locke only laughs. 'Is he more angry that you chose me over him or that I chose a mortal over you?

Mo?e to nie jest takie straszne, kiedy ktoÅ› pragnie by? kochany, nawet kiedy nie jest. Nawet jeÅ›li to sprawia ból. Mo?e bycie istotÄ… ludzkÄ… nie zawsze oznacza sÅ'abo??.

Cardan had grown up in the palace, a wild thing to be cosseted by courtiers and scowled at by the High King. No one much liked him, and he told himself he cared little for anyone else. And if he sometimes thought about how he might do something to win his father's favour, something to make the Court respect him and love him, he kept that to himself. He certainly asked no one to tell him stories, and yet he found it was nice to be told one. He kept that to himself, too.

To show you what you would not otherwise believe,' Locke said. 'Envy. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. They're all spices.' He laughed at my expression. 'What is bread without salt? Desire can grow just as plain.' 'I don't understan-' He put a finger against my mouth. 'Not every lover can appreciate such spices. But I think you can.

I can show you a version of yourself, Taryn. One you've never imagined. It's terrible to be a girl trapped in a story. But you can be more than that. You can be the teller. You can shape the story. You can make all of Faerie love you.

I didn't think it worked like that. I thought love was supposed to happen when you least expected it, like a sap to the skull.

And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest, with black hair as iridescent as a raven's wing and cheekbones sharp enough to cut out a girl's heart. I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.