All Quotes

I haven’t had that one great love, which is good. I don’t want that to be in the past, I want it to be in the future.

The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.

Love is illogical. You fall into it like a manhole. Then you’re just stuck. You die in love more than you live in love.

I love you, he thought, looking at Win. I love every part of you, every thought and word… the entire complex, fascinating bundle of all the things you are. I want you with ten different kinds of need at once. I love all the seasons of you, the way you are now, the thought of how much more beautiful you’ll be in the decades to come. I love you for being the answer to every question my heart could ask.

When forever becomes a place…when forever ceases to be just a word… when it ceases to be just a measurement of time…but instead becomes a place where soul mates can dance to the song in their hearts… that is a reflection of true love.

You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.

He was afraid of defiling the love which filled his soul.

If only it were possible to love without injury – fidelity isn’t enough: I had been faithful to Anne and yet I had injured her. The hurt is in the act of possession: we are too small in mind and body to possess another person without pride or to be possessed without humiliation. In a way I was glad that my wife had struck out at me again – I had forgotten her pain for too long, and this was the only kind of recompense I could give her. Unfortunately the innocent are always involved in any conflict. Always, everywhere, there is some voice crying from a tower.

So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.

You will be the first test subject, Tobias. Beatrice, however….” She smiles. “You are too injured to be of much use to me, so your execution will occur at the conclusion of this meeting.”I try to hide the shudder that goes through me at the word “execution,” my shoulder screaming with pain, and look up at Tobias. It’s hard to blink tears back when I see the terror in Tobias’s wide, dark eyes.”No,” says Tobias. His voice trembles, but his look stern as he shakes his head. “I would rather die.””I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice in that matter,” replies Jeanine lightly.Tobias takes my face in this hands roughly and kisses me, the pressure of his lips pushing mine apart. I forget my pain and the terror of approaching death and for a moment, I am grateful that the memory of that kiss will be fresh in my mind as I meet my end.