Silent acquiescence in the face of tyranny is no better than outright agreement.
It's fate, but fate just gives us a nudge in the right direction onthe fast lane, I guarantee she doesn't have her hands in your pockets while she's doing it
I don't like rules, especially the unwritten ones that say I need to let myself be controlled by my man.
There are much more important qualities to have than a docile disposition.
It’s probably my job to tell you life isn’t fair, but I figure you already know that. So instead, I’ll tell you that hope is precious, and you’re right not to give up.
I ache to hear her tell me she loves me, but forcing her to put words to how she feels pushes her further into the silence she seems comfortable calling home now. I tell myself to be patient and understanding, but inside there's a longing only those ...
I promised I will always protect you. You've been wounded badly because I've failed to keep that promise. [...] But I won´t fail you in this, Rachel. no matter what has happened. No matter what you've done. No matter what you will do. I will always ...
Please tell me you're not that stupid. Rachel to Melkin
He may have been a kitchen servant to the rest of the world, but to me, he the world.
There is only one reason that a man would take a nearly fatal knife wound for a woman,' Gavril stated. 'And what reason is that?' Blaze asked. Gavril shrugged his shoulders and replied, 'Because he values her life more than his own.
By the time I realized I even had a heart at all, it already belonged to you.
We walked through the streets with our protectors. We wore our dresses. We gave up our education because that was the price of safety. That was the bargain we made with the devil we knew to escape the devil we didn't.
Healing is the hardest thing you'll ever do.' ~Quinn
I can't loose you...you are the whole reason for everything in my life. Please don't do this!
You're worth so much more than anything I can give you. If you can't believe that right now, believe in me.
Maybe that's what love is. Giving others the power to hurt you and trusting they'll use it to heal you instead.
Talking to her is like coming home and finding the furniture in every room rearranged. The same pieces are there, the same sense of comfort, but nothing is exactly the where you'd expect.
I'm honor-bound not to struggle with this since you just retrieved it all by yourself. Please do me the courtesy of pretending this is hard for you as well.
Forget math and peotry. Especially poetry.
Death is an insatiable creature with greedy hands.
