“Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.”
“Evil was seductive and easy, and virtue was difficult and unappreciated.”
“It was time to say good-bye.
I love you.
Always, Jack sent. Always and forever.”
“I know you. I know this isn't you. And even if it is, I still love you. As much as I always have. You will always be mine. I will always love you, I promised you that when you left, and it's true now.”
“She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.”
“You made a sacrifice. And heaven rewarded you.”
“A promise, a bond, a joy, a love for the ages, for the history books.…But what was love but pain?”
“Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice.”
“You look beautiful and tragic, just the way a heroine should on the eve of battle. Like Joan of Arc in her silver armor.”
“Kingsley, ever the joker, had his Venator mark tattooed near his unmentionables”
“Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.”
“Not that they were there to have fun—although with Kingsley Martin around, fun was never far from the agenda.”
“She still loved him, she would always love him, but it was the kind of love that was muted, safely seen through the rear-view window, like a place you used to call home but no longer visited. There would always be a wound there, but the healing had begun.”
“This is college?' Schyler asked. 'or Downton Abbey?”
“Now tell me the truth," he said. "Why are you doing this?" She cringe from him. "I told you why." "I know you still love me." He smiled. "I can see it in your face." Mimi sneered. "We are with Lucifer now; we have always been false." "I don't believe it for one second," Kingsley whispered, looking into her eyes tenderly.”
“Hey you.” She smiled and traced a finger on his cheek. “Where have you been?”
“Right here, always,” Jack murmured, kissing her all over her face, her neck. But there was little time for tenderness”
“Well, trials are the portion of mankind, and gardeners have their share, and in any case it is better to be tried by plants than persons, seeing that with plants you know that it is you who are in the wrong, and with persons it is always the other way about—and who is there among us who has not felt the pangs of injured innocence, and known them to be grievous?”
“You really told them you wanted to marry me?” I asked.
The smile had taken over his whole face now. “I told you before: I fell under your spell before you even knew you had magic, before you saved a kingdom, back when there was no chance you would be allowed to marry me. Nothing’s really changed since then, except that now any children we have might be wizards themselves, and I’ll be hopelessly outnumbered.
“So, yes, I want to marry you. Someday. If you’ll have me,” he said modestly.
“Of course I will, you idiot,” I said with a shriek, and threw myself into his arms.”
“There were nights when I left the sessions physically and emotionally drained after hearing the anguish pour out like blood from a gaping wound. Don’t let anyone ever tell you different – psychotherapy is one of the most taxing endeavors known to mankind; I’ve done all sorts of work, from picking carrots in the scorching sun to sitting on national committees in paneled board rooms, and there’s nothing that compares to confronting human misery hour after hour and bearing the responsibility for easing that misery using only one’s mind and mouth. At its best it’s tremendously uplifting as you watch the patient open up, breathe, let go of the pain. At its worst is like surfing in a cesspool struggling for balance while being slapped with wave after putrid wave.”
“Lord, I pray that my husband will be strong in the Lord and put on the whole armor of God, so he can stand against the enemy every day. Enable him to take up the shield of faith, helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God.”
“If you ever loved anything in your life, try to remember it. If you ever betrayed anything, pretend for a moment that you have been forgiven. If you ever feared anything, pretend for an instant that those days are gone and will never return. Buy the lie and hold to it for as long as you can. Press your familiar, whatever its name, to your breast and stroke it till it purrs.”
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