Once Upon a Broken Heart

Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people.

I believe there are far more possibilities than happily ever after or tragedy. Every story has the potential for infinite endings.

Hope is a difficult thing to kill, just a spark of it can start a fire.

I don't know if I can fix your broken heart, but you can take mine because it's already yours.

If you think I'm jealous because someone else got to stab you, then you're right.

All stories are made of both truths and lies, [...] What matters is the way that we believe in them.

[...] After I got mauled by the wolf, my scars weren't sexy scars-" "He just said sexy scars," Jacks drawled. "Are you really listening to this?

The fates weren't dangerous because they were evil; the fates were dangerous because they couldn't tell the difference between evil and good.

But you have to have a working heart for it to break.

Every story has the potential for infinite endings

He held on to her as if she were a grudge, his body rigid ad tense, as if he really didn't want her there, and yet his arms were tight around her waist as though he had no intention of ever letting her go.

You don't want to be the hero, you want the happy ending- that's why you came to me. If you do this, that will never happen. Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people. Is that what you really want?

Jacks gave her a smile that was all sharp edges. A drop of blood fell from the corner of his mouth, and something godforsaken washed over his expression. "Hurt is what made me.

I'll never understand humans." Poison sighed. "All of you seem to welcome our lies, but you never like it when we tell the truth.

He was still indescribably breathtaking, but it was all the tragic beauty of a sky where every single star was falling. His hair was a storm of broken gold. His eyes were a mess of silver and blue.

I'm not going to tell you to trust me, because that's a terrible idea.

Stop flashing your fangs. I’m the only one who gets to bite her.

She wasn't making love choices, she was making compromising choices because she wanted love. Luc wasn't her weakness- love was. Not even just love but the idea of it.

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth she had to fight sinking into it.

He looked like a bad decision some unfortunate person was about to make.

I’d give you the world if I could. The moon, stars, and all the suns in the universe. Anything for you, my heart

I'm curious about a lot of things. I'm curious about you, but I don't want you to bite me!" The corner of Jacks's mouth twitched. "I've already done that, Little Fox.

His teeth grazed her pulse. 'Jacks-' It was suddenly impossible to form words. His mouth was against her throat and his teeth were on her skin. HIs teeth! Evangeline finally pressed against his chest. But it was as useless as trying to battle a block of marble. Hot, sculpted marble. She wanted to tell him not to bite her, but saying the word bite didn't seem like the wisest idea just then. 'You won't want this later.' 'Not really thinking about later.' He licked her, one languorous stroke up the column of her neck. She gasped. 'You don't even like me.' 'I like you right now. I like you a lot.' He gently sucked her skin. 'In fact, I can't think of anything I like more.

Or have you already forgotten the way heartbreak rips apart the soul piece by piece, how it turns you into a masochist, making you long for the thing that just eviscerated you until there's noting left of you to be destroyed?

She wanted to be someone's love, not their curse.

Always promise less than you can give, for Fates always take more. Do not make bargains with more than one Fate. And, above all, never fall in love with a Fate.

Just love him the same way you live your life—love him without holding back, love him as if every day with him will be more magical than the last, love him as if he’s your destiny and the world will be better if you two are together, and he won’t be able to ever stop loving you.

Don't worry, I'm still not going to kiss you." His lips brushed over the delicate underside of her wrist. Once. Twice. Three times. It was barely a touch, and yet there was something incredibly intimate about it. It made her think of the other stories that said his kisses might have been fatal, but they were worth dying for.

She didn't make being alone seem lonely as Evangeline had always feared. She made it seem like an adventure, as if every moment were the start of a story with endless possibilities.

Jacks, I think there's something wrong with you.' 'That's not anything new.' He gave her a slow, impish smile.