Life doesn’t always hand you things in a neat package. It dollops them out here and there in messy, confusing splatters, and when you see something amazing, you better drop what you’re doing and hold on with two hands .
If it’s wrong to occasionally ogle your best friend, I don’t want to be right.
Love causes war and causes death, breaks souls and breaks lives. It runs people into the ground, makes them behave like moronic, immoral beasts, before it dances off, leaving only destruction in its wake – hearts blown wide open for the whole world to see.
Time heals all wounds, or at least it causes them to scab.
I want to be consumed... I want to love you, burn for you, until there’s nothing else left. Just your heart and mine.
Instead it’s slow and insidious, slinking through you like ink through water, until it permeates every inch of your soul.
We gazed at each other for what seemed like ages, so lost but so found.
Once you go Bram, you won’t give a damn.
But love, I guess that’s the difference. Love is like looking at the world through polarized glasses. Every single thing has changed for the better. Everything murky becomes clear again.
Ella is complicated and passionate and fierce. Just like you. You have a fierce Viking heart, handed down from your ancestors. So love fiercely, Magnus. Love bravely. Lover her with everything you’ve got.
But life doesn’t stop at a happily-ever-after. And as far ahead in the future as you might be, the past is never far behind. You just have to look over your shoulder.
She’s mad but she’s magic. There is no lie in her fire.” I read the right one. “The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it.
In my experience, love is a destructive force, tearing hearts to shreds and forcing people to pick up the pieces. Even the best love stories are violent tales.
Everyone meets a silver-tongued serpent at some point.
A text from Rio comes in: I just paid my weed guy with a check. I think I’ve got the hang of this adulting thing.
Some have patience. I do not.
She’s a nerd on the streets and a freak in the sheets. “I.
I don’t tell him this though. I don’t dare. I keep these feelings – I love you, I need you, I crave you – and the fears – you’ll break me, you’ll wreck me, you’ll condemn me – all to myself.
Maverick opens it. “Merry Christmas!” he exclaims. Except it’s October, it’s Thanksgiving, and now Mav just looks like a big dork.
He’s probably the most stunning man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I immediately want to rub myself all over his face. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.