Well, Luce, my dear, you may have gone to boarding school parties, but you’ve never seen a throw-down like reform school kids do it.
She took comfort in the soft occasional sound of turning pages.
How many lives do you need to live before you fine someone worth dying for?
You know everyone loves to hate a happy pair of lovebirds.
Get to part B, Daniel. Think fast. Patience is a virtue, and you know how Cam feels about those.
The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.
And the sweetest, spellbound feeling spilling from her heart.
I’ve met you many times Lucinda, and most of the time, you’re a downright bore.
This wasn’t strong-willed, fly-by-the-seat-of-her-miniskirt Kate that I’d befriended last year. You think you know a girl- and then she goes and loses her virginity at a Mardi Gras party and goes soft.
And while Luce dreamed below of the most glorious wings unfurling-the likes of which she’d never seen before-two angels in the rafters shook hands.
It’s such a beautiful question, Luce. I adore you for asking it, and I wish I could explain it better. All I can tell you is this: The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment.
She just wished loving him didn’t always have to be so hard.
People are here because they’ve got baggage. I’m talking curbside-check-in, pay-the-fine-’cause-it’s-over-fifty-pounds kind of baggage. Get it?
Daniel had ruined that couple’s life. Killed their daughter. All because he’d been some hotshot angel who saw something he wanted and went after it.
No, he hadn’t just dragged her to California. He’d dragged her into a cursed eternity. A burden that should have been his alone to bear.
There was nothing mean about his voice. In fact it was almost too nice. Like she was too dim to grasp whatever was so obvious to him. Which made her absolutely furious.
I’ll love you with all my heart, in every life, through every death. I will not be bound by anything but my love for you.
Love is the only thing worth fighting for.
Inspiration is an excuse for doing something you already want to do.
I know nothing. I know no one. I’m lonely. Every time I see you, you’ve put up some new wall, and you never let me in.
All that is good in Heaven and on Earth is born of love. This war is not just. This war is not good. Love is the only thing worth fighting for.