“Nothing in this world is stronger than love. It should always be enough. No matter what.”
“I laughed. "Oh, I like this little guy. If we can't let him go, can I keep him?"
"Uh, no"
"I shall name him Herbert," I announced, ignoring Dez. "Do you like the name, little puke-wedgie?”
“I’ve missed you, Jas. You have no idea,” he continued, reaching toward me again but stopping short of touching me. “I thought about you every damn day. All I wanted was to get back to you and the clan. But mostly you. Always you.”
“For thousands of years, my kind had been thought of as nothing more than the stone sculptures perched upon the rooftops of homes and churches. Aka gargoyles. And technically, that’s what we were – but the depiction of a gargoyle was vastly exaggerated. Even the ugliest of all Wardens didn’t have a bulbous nose or fangs jutting from his mouth. It was rather insulting when you thought about it.”
“I wasn’t naïve enough to believe in soul mates or any of that childish nonsense that I had once clung to, but there had always been something tangible between Dez and me, even after his absence, it was still there, stronger than before.”
“But when your father announced his intentions for us, I knew I had to purge myself of the rage, because loving you... loving you was bittersweet," he whispered against my lips. "Because I knew if I didn't do this, if I didn't get all the hatred out of me, I would never be the mate you deserved.”
“My first kiss...and it was everything I’d imagined it to be, with the exception of there being an audience for it. But it was hard to acknowledge them or their cheering and whistles. Flames scorched my already heated skin. Dez’s lips moved against mine, working the tight seam open. I gasped, wondering where in the world he’d learned to kiss like that. Jealousy flared like a beacon on the heels of that thought. Okay. I didn’t want to know how he’d learned.”
“I had loved him since the moment he’d taken the pudding from me. When my father had announced on Dez’s eighteenth birthday that he supported a match between us, I’d never been happier than I was in that moment. I was young. And stupid. When Dez had disappeared the very next day, I experienced a heartache that I thought would swallow me whole and never spit me out. He’d been more than a crush. He had been my best friend, my confidant and my world.”
“I was not happy. I was knee deep in freak out mode.”
“And I'm just saying that by the end of these seven days or maybe a week from then, or a month, you'll say yes." He cupped my cheek and leaned inm pressing his forehead to mine. "And I'll be waiting. No matter how long it takes.”
“Maybe at the end of these seven days, you'll still say no. That doesn't mean it's over. Im in this for the long haul.”
“Nothing in this world is stronger than love. It should always be enough, no matter what.”
“I want you, and I know you feel the same way. Neither of us could’ve changed that much. I believe in that. And I want you.”
“I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”
“words or the lack thereof had been our problem all along. Either we weren’t telling each other what was really going on or we were saying all the wrong things. Words sucked sometimes.”
“Niente a questo mondo è più forte dell’amore. Dovrebbe essere sempre l’unica cosa che conta, a tutti i costi.”
“Thoughts of being obliterated were a moo killer.”
“Las personas con las almas más puras son capaces de las maldades más grandes. Nadie es perfecto, sin importar lo que sean o por qué bando luchen.”
“Do you suppose the human race invented boredom to make the prospect of death more palatable?”
“Thanks a lot! She went and hid somewhere else, somewhere safe- and left me to deal with Mr. Pyromaniac 1483!”
“The maitrakh met her gaze steadily, her alien face unreadable.
'Are you offering me your help?' Leia asked.
'There is honor in you, Lady Vader,' the maitrakh said, her voice quiet. 'For the life and honor of my thirdson, I will go with you. Perhaps we will die together.'
Leia nodded, her heart aching. 'Perhaps we will.”
“It’s hard to be different,” Scarborough said. “And perhaps the best answer is not to tolerate differences, not even to accept them. But to celebrate them. Maybe then those who are different would feel more loved, and less, well, tolerated.”
“You’ve got to hide your love away: tienes que ocultar tu amor. Y no sólo esconder tus sentimientos. Tienes que destruirlos. Matarlos antes de que ellos te maten a ti”
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