Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister.
They say not to look back, but if you’re not sure what lies ahead, what else is there but looking back?
If I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn’t death that we fear. It’s living.
Because everything worth having hurts.
It’s better to be loved than feared, but if you can’t be loved, then fear will do.-Dino quoting Machiavelli.
If you have a choice between extra makeup or extra weapons always take the weapons. Just the fact that you’re debating between those two choices proves that you’re going to need the weapons more.
Important safety tip – never look a vampire in the eye.
Give a truly good person power, and they’re still a good person. Give a bad person power, and they’re still a bad person. The question is always about the person in between. The one that isn’t evil, or good, but just ordinary. You don’t always know what an ordinary person is like on the inside.
I’d have much rather gotten dragged into someone else’s fight than face what was waiting for me. Other people’s emotional pain, no matter how painful, is so much less painful than your own.
I’m not afraid of heights, but the idea of falling from them, well, that I’m afraid of.
His parting shot to me had been, “I don’t want to love someone who is more at home with the monsters than I am.” What do you say to that? What can you say? Damned if I know. They say love conquers everything. They lie.
Silk didn’t care if it slid over scars or smooth, untouched skin. I’d earned my right to be paranoid.
He will not let you come barging in to his world like the proverbial bull in the china shop.
Confidence is a fine trait. Over-confidence isn’t.
Twenty-three stories up and all I could see out the windows was grey smog. They could call it the City of the Angels if they wanted to, but if there were angels out there, they had to be flying blind.
What does it mean when the monsters are so afraid of you that you make them cry? That maybe monster depends on which end of the gun your on, or that I was just that good at my job.
That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both.
If they cheat, can I shoot them?
Therapy can get you only so far with exorcising your childhood nightmares; after that it’s willpower, and you, and people you can trust to hold your hand along the way.
He gave a small nod, and I smiled back, and that was it. He understood that I’d understood that he’d understood. It took us one sentence, two looks, and a nod – with another woman it would have been at least five minutes of out-loud talking. Lucky for me I spoke fluent guy.