Good,” Simon said, “if you want to know why, it’s because you smell like blood.” “It’s my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury.
Those two epitomize ’get a room.
Then again, all women are dangerous.
I recall what you said to me once,” Will went on. “That words have the power to change us. Your words have changed me, Tess; they have made me a better man than I would have been otherwise.
You do not want to be wanted?
Different Marks do different things. Some are permanent but the majority vanish when they’ve been used.
Coffee, black, like my soul.
Good,” Simon said, “if you want to know why, it’s because you smell like blood.
Love is not always a lightning bolt. Sometimes it is a creeping vine. It grows slowly until suddenly it is all that there is in the world.
To love one another is to come as close as we ever can to being angels ourselves.
We are none of us perfect, and no one expects perfection. But when you have hurt people, you must allow them their anger. Otherwise it will only become another thing you have tried to take away.
Someone who broke your heart is often not the person who can mend it.
You cannot save people who do not want to be saved,” said Magnus. “You can only stand by their side and hope that when they wake and realize they need saving, you will be there to help them.
Well, you know what they say,” said James. “All the best men are either married or Silent Brothers.
You must stop this,” he said. “You will make yourself unworthy by considering yourself unworthy. We become what we are afraid we will be.
We have talked so much of travel,” James said. “I wanted to give you the world.
One should not questions miracles too closely.
He had only felt agony when she was not there, and assumed that that was love. We suffer for love because love is worth it, his father has told him once: James had thought that meant that to love was to endure anguish. He had not realised his father had meant there should be joy to balance the pain.
Hast thou gone among the streets of the city and the watchmen there, and found the one thy soul loves?
You may fear what will happen if you speak your heart. You may wish to hide things because you fear hurting others. But secrets have a way of eating at relationships, Jamie. At love, at friendship – they undermine and destroy them until in the end you find you are bitterly alone with the secrets you kept.