Neither love nor evil conquers all, but evil cheats more.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

More than honor, more than life, I love thee." What do you say when a man whose entire existence had been his honor offers to give it up for you? You say the only thing you can.
More than any crown or throne or title, I love thee," I said. "more than any power in faerie, I love thee.

We are not created equal in talent. But the place where we are least equal is the heart. You can work at a talent, take lessons, but love, love either works or it doesn't. You love someone or you don't. You can't change it. You can't undo it.

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.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.