Melissa de la Cruz Quotes - Page 3

She can't let him go not telling him what she was about to do. Kingsley...I can't do this. I'm coming with you.

Do not cry for me, Azrael. Do not waste your tears. You made your decision. And this is mine. Sacrifice seems to be my destiny. A funny thing for a selfish man, isn't it? They always called me weak back then.

And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.

He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her.

A bad boy can be very good for a girl.

A picture is worth a thousand texts.

Once you start telling people you're famous, they believe you.

Trust me to return to you." "I will wait forever. however long it takes.

I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.

Kingsley smiled his Cheshire smile. And without a word, he called up the white darkness - the subvertio - a spell that unlocked what could not be unlocked, that destroyed what could not be destroyed. There was a rumbling, a shaking, like the strongest earthquake, and the iron gate crumbled, and the path began to melt. the demon shrieked, but Kingsley just looked at Mimi the entire time. "Azrael...

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

Kingsley did the same, except he also removed his T-shirt, showing off his broad chest, tan and smooth. When had Kingsley had time to work on his tan? Mimi wondered.

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.

You made a sacrifice. And heaven rewarded you.

This is college?' Schyler asked. 'or Downton Abbey?

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

Kingsley, ever the joker, had his Venator mark tattooed near his unmentionables

Instead of fearing the future, I should live and enjoy the present, she told herself.

When she reached the shallow end, Kingsley held out his hand and pulled her up, but she lost her step and fell into his arms, her body crushing momentarily against his.

It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.

Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

The rose fell into his lap, and he looked up, startled. Mimi grinned. "Hey handsom" Mimi sent. "What's up?" Jack replied, without speaking. "Just thinking of you." Jack's smile deepened, and he threw the rose back at her so that it landed in her lap. Mimi tucked it behind her ear and fluttered her eyelashes appreciatively.

Bonds are like rules, they're meant to be broken.

Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.

The more things change, the more they stay different.