But there’s always a first time for everything.
One should not seek those who do not wish to be found.
You look beautiful and tragic, just the way a heroine should on the eve of battle. Like Joan of Arc in her silver armor.
They each had secrets they were keeping from the other; secrets they were keeping out of love.
Don’t worry my love, we shall have our vengeance. I promise it.” -Jack.
There would never be anything but this. Stolen moments, stolen kisses, a secret oasis.
Mimi walked out of church, knowing that if she ever saw Jack again, she would have to kill him.
All his gentleness, all his kindness, all the bright shining gorgeousness of his love, he had always given to someone else.
Mimi knew now what she had to do. To save their bond, to save themselves. She had to destroy Schuyler Van Alen.
Jack put a hand on his heart and nodded. “I feel the same way about you.
It was so nice just to live in the moment, to enjoy holding him so closely, to pretend for a little while that they were merely two young people in love and nothing else.
Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.
Tonight the world is yours, as am I.
Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.
Love. It’s so close to hate, it’s almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.
A mind is like a puzzle; you must unlock it to read its hidden secrets.
Remember all fairy tales end at some point.
Evil was seductive and easy, and virtue was difficult and unappreciated.
I know you. I know this isn’t you. And even if it is, I still love you. As much as I always have. You will always be mine. I will always love you, I promised you that when you left, and it’s true now.
It didn’t help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn’t. She was just quiet.