You’re the human equivalent of a migraine.
She is not a game to me.” “And that is exactly why you will lose.
Don’t cry. Carry what you love about me with you; leave the pain behind.
She knew what was coming next. The most beautiful sound there was – that elegant whoosh of the love of her life.
Mortals could rarely recognize their true feelings before those true feelings hit them in the face.
Together, forever, whatever the weather.
Don’t make the same mistakes I did. Learn from mine and make your own and tell your children what you did wrong so they can do even better than you. Don’t turn your back on what you love because you’re scared.
Stride into the Imperishable Stars.
As early as the angels’ genesis, Lucinda’s wings were bright reflective silver, the color of starlight. They had shone in their singular glory since the dawn of the dawn of time.
Sus cuerpos estaban hechos de la misma sustancia que el firmamento. No eran de carne y hueso, sino de materia divina, de luz. Eran fuertes, indestructibles, bellos.
So the demon says to the angel: ‘Sue me? Where do you think you’re going to have to go to find a lawyer?
He kissed her with a new brand of abandon. His touch was smooth and soft and desperate all at once. Her mouth bore down on his as he squeezed her, lifting her on top of him, burying his free hand in her hair. Their limbs overlapped, taut with expectation. Their mouths were hot and tangled. Luce felt dizzy and alive, as if their souls had twined together. It was almost too much to bear. She could never get enough. But she would try.
Belief in the impossible was the first step toward greatness.
A nothing that was everything.
A fallen angel,” Cam corrected her. “And I’m yours.
What’s wrong?” Cam asked. Everything, she wanted to say. The only thing Lilith had ever known was disappointment. Nothing in her life ever worked out. Which, for the most part, was okay, because she never let herself expect anything, so she never really cared.
The victors rewrite history.
It is impossible to apologize to a girl with such a conveniently selective memory.
And heaven wept to see the sins of her children.
The kind of look that made you love a person so much, you missed him even when he was standing right in front of you.
Take my love with you when you go.