Quotes About Love

Fearing him is a habit, a habit I could break with a bolt to his heart.

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.'' He walks to the door to the royal chambers as though to end the conversation. ''You probably guessed as much,'' he says. ''But just in case you didn't.

Il s'avère qu'après avoir embrassé quelqu'un, la possibilité d'un baiser plane en permanence

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more that I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore.

that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

I remember his words from the revel: Do you love me enough to give me up? Isn't that a test of love? I guess she passed the test, and I failed.

So he proposed to you," I say. "While the royal family got butchered. That's so romantic.

But then a prince rides up and sees the girl and finds her beautiful. Beautiful, not despite her suffering, but because of it.

Boldness is rewarded. But what about all those girls, all those obedient girls who trusted and loved and wed and died? Weren't they bold, too?

Everyone makes mistakes. They trust the wrong people. They fall in love.

I would settle for even his worst self, his cruelest trickster self, if only he could be here.

Le odio más que a los demás, le odio tanto, que a veces, cuando le miro, me cuesta respirar.

Let's start with a love story. Or maybe it's another horror story. It seems like the difference is mostly in where the ending comes.

What do you think he did to me to deserve to die?' I ask. He stokes the fire. Sparks fly up. 'I assumed he broke your heart. An eye for an eye, a heart for a heart.

She turned to me, head tilted, her expression pure confusion. As though I had no reason to be afraid of a broken heart. She had no idea how dangerous a broken heart could be.

It's you I love," he says. "I've 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.

Not me." She shakes her head. "I am going to fall in love." I am surprised into laughter. "So you've just decided? I didn't think it worked like that. I thought love was supposed to happen when you least expected it, like sap to the skull." "Well, I have decided," she says.

Pasé gran parte de mi vida cuidando mi corazón. Lo guardé tan bien que podía comportarme como si no tuviera ninguno. Incluso ahora, es una cosa raída, carcomida y escabrosa. Pero es tuyo

The song he sings is of lost places and homes so far away that they are no longer home. He sings of love so intense it is indistinguishable from hate, and chains that are like riddles of old, no longer holding him, yet unbroken.

Mátalo. Mátalo antes de que consiga que lo ames.

We trade kisses in the darkness, blurred by exhaustion.

Kill him, a part of me says, a part I remember from the night I took him captive. Kill him before he makes you love him.

He cuts his gaze toward his unpredictable, mortal High Queen, whose wild brown hair is blowing around her face, whose amber eyes are alight when she looks at him. They are two people who ought to have, by all rights, remained enemies forever.

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.