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"Getting involved with Jameson would just be throwing gasoline on the fire."
"And what a lovely fire it would be."

Secrets are like shadows. They follow you everywhere, always hiding just out of reach.

Why kill two birds with one stone when you can kill twelve?

...never lose your heart to a Hawthorne.

She was an apology cupcake baker. A guilty cupcake baker. A please-don't-be-mad-at-me cupcake baker.

It wasn't my best look, but I'd gone to school with the same kids my whole life. I was wallpaper. No one was looking.

"Est unus ex nobis. Nos defendat eius."
She is one of us. We protect her.

Nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. No man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.

Name one hero who was happy.

I am made of memories.

He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

There are no bargains between lion and men. I will kill you and eat you raw.

"There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles," Chiron said. "And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?"

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.

You're in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love's not a strong enough word—you have my devotion, your name branded on my soul, my wolf yours to command. A hundred years? It'll never be enough. I want eternity.

"I had sex," Drew said with a grin. "Lot's and lots and lots of sex... Hey, no use in good energy going to waste."

No more dancing with any male but me. No more time to learn who you are before you have to hold that personality against mine. No more freedom to explore your sensuality before I own it.

He hugged her again, before she could put some distance between them. Then the most sneaky wolf in the den lowered his voice and whispered, "But you've got an advantage, sweetheart. You're already in his head. And you know how to mess with it."

You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I'll never recover.

Pack is built on the bonds of family, of mating, of love. You come first. You always will.

Sometimes the point is to be sad, August. Sometimes you just have to feel it because it deserves to be felt.

Of course I love you. I could go back in time and have a whole life and get old and never see you again, and you would still be it. You were— you are the love of my life.

But, you know, that feeling? When you wake up in the morning and you have somebody to think about? Somewhere for hope to go? It's good. Even when it's bad, it's good.

The older she's gotten, the more she prefers thinking of love as a hobby for other people, like rock climbing or knitting. Fine, enviable even, but she doesn't feel like investing in the equipment.

When you spend your whole life alone, it's incredibly appealing to move somewhere big enough to get lost in. Where being alone looks like a choice.

But grief doesn't get easier. It just gets familiar. You learn to live with.

I don't care if she deserves someone just as sweet as she is. I want her chained to me, and I'll rip out the throat of anyone who thinks they can take her away.

I never knew how much was enough to ask for in my life until I met you, and since then? I've never thought to ask for anything else.

"Being alone," he says, "is not the same as being lonesome."

"F*ck," he groans. "Look at you. What a lucky man I am."

I love you. I choose you. I choose us. I will fight with everything I have for us.

When has anyone ever told me I had the right to stop it all without my knuckles, or my anger, with just some simple words.

Big dick energy is gender-neutral.

I fell in love with you the day that I met you, and then I fell in love with the person you remembered you are. I got to fall in love with you twice. That's— that's magic. You're the first thing I've believed in since— since I don't even remember, okay, you're— you're movies and destiny and every stupid, impossible thing, and it's not because of the f*cking train, it's because of you. It's because you fight and you care and you're always kind but never easy, and you won't let anything take that away from you. You're my hero, Jane. I don't care if you think you're not one. You are.

Love doesn't much care whether you deserve it or not. It's not exactly a conditional thing - or at least it shouldn't be.

You might be a monster, but you're my monster.

Look at us. Beauty and her Beast. Happily ever after and everything. Maybe fairy tales do exist.

Jane is spun sugar. A switchblade girl with a cotton-candy heart.

Those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all.

Someone else's choice doesn't change who you are.

"I'm not short," Daisy muttered. "Short women are never mysterious, or elegant, or pursued by handsome men. And they're always treated like children. I refuse to be short."

These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.

Moments. Just moments, one after the other. You only have to hold it together for one moment at a time.

You ever consider that maybe you not supposed to "fit"? People who make history rarely do.

"I'd forgotten what this felt like."
"Being hugged?" My voice was sandpaper-rough.
"Being held together."

Yes, I was capable of immense grief, but I was also capable of infinite love. And I would love my life again. Maybe not today, but one day. Because I wasn't done yet.

Love, at its root, is hope. Hope for tomorrow. Hope for what could be. Hope that the someone you've entrusted your everything to will cradle and protect it. And hope? That shit is harder to kill than a dragon.

Coming in last is better than coming in dead.