Chain of Iron

Love is not always a lightning bolt. Sometimes it is a creeping vine. It grows slowly until suddenly it is all that there is in the world.

You cannot save people who do not want to be saved," said Magnus. "You can only stand by their side and hope that when they wake and realize they need saving, you will be there to help them.

We are none of us perfect, and no one expects perfection. But when you have hurt people, you must allow them their anger. Otherwise it will only become another thing you have tried to take away.

To love one another is to come as close as we ever can to being angels ourselves.

Someone who broke your heart is often not the person who can mend it.

You must stop this," he said. "You will make yourself unworthy by considering yourself unworthy. We become what we are afraid we will be.

Well, you know what they say," said James. "All the best men are either married or Silent Brothers.

We have talked so much of travel," James said. "I wanted to give you the world.

I thought of you,” he said again, “and it was as if you were there, with me. I saw your face. Your hair …” He wound a finger through a dangling curl beside her face. She could feel the warmth from his hand against her cheek. “And I was no longer afraid. I knew I would be able to come home, because of you. That you would lead me back. You are my constant star, Daisy.

Alastair's gaze flicked to Matthew. "Why," he said, "are you not even wearing a hat? "And cover up this hair?" Matthew indicated his golden locks with a flourish. "Would you blot out the sun?

One should not questions miracles too closely.

He had only felt agony when she was not there, and assumed that that was love. We suffer for love because love is worth it, his father had told him once: James had thought that meant that to love was to endure anguish. He had not realised his father had meant there should be joy to balance the pain.

It’s never a tragedy to love somebody.

You may fear what will happen if you speak your heart. You may wish to hide things because you fear hurting others. But secrets have a way of eating at relationships, Jamie. At love, at friendship—they undermine and destroy them until in the end you find you are bitterly alone with the secrets you kept.

Hast thou gone among the streets of the city and the watchmen there, and found the one thy soul loves?

James had never imagined that the hardest thing he would ever do in his life was nothing at all.

I believe that decadence is a valuable perspective that should always be considered.

If I must fade,' he said, 'I would like to fade remembering this as my last waking dream.' 'Don't go,' she whispered. 'Hold on, for me. We are so close.' He touched her cheek. 'Only promise me one thing,' he said. 'If I do go, give us a happy ending, will you? In your book?' 'I don't believe in endings,' she said, but he only smiled at her, and faded slowly from view.

When you want something very much, you are willing to accept the shadow of that thing. Even if it is just a shadow.

Only promise me one thing, if I do go, give us a happy ending, will you? In your book?” “I don’t believe in endings

When I am with you, I imagine that my heart is beating, though it has not beaten for seven years. You give me so much, and I can give you nothing at all.

Matthew has a habit of getting his heart broken. He seems to prefer a hopeless love.

Love is a rarity in this world, and true friendship,

Hope is a prison, truth the key that unlocks it.

For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor demons, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us.

Daisy. She seem to blaze like a torch. James had always known she was beautiful-How he always known? Have there been a moment he had realized it? – But still the sight of her hit him like a blow. She was all fire, or heat and light, from the gold silk roses woven into her dark red hair to the ribbons and beads on her golden dress. The hilt of Cortana was visible over her left shoulder; the straps that secured it had been fashioned from thick gold ribbons.

Contrary to what your beloved poets say, unrequited love doesn’t last forever. And being treated badly by someone doesn’t make you love them more.

goodness can be a blade sharp enough to cut, you know, just as much as evil intent.

I know what I feel. You cannot dictate such things, nor tell me what is possible!