Melissa de la cruz quotes

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

Even if they end up together, which I highly doubt, given the strength of that particular bond-...-but even if Schuyler still loves him, or thinks she does, it doesn't matter. Because Jack is going to leave her one day. i know he will. He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.

The more things change, the more they stay different.

Oliver liked to play the part of disaffected youth, but he liked shopping in SoHo even more.

This is not some silly game...This is life and death Angels and demons.

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'm tired of being your best friend. I'm tired of being second best. I won't settle for that anymore. It's all or nothing, Schuyler. You have to decide. Him or me. - Oliver Hazzard-Perry

It's said a friend is a person who walks in when everyone else walks out.

When their lips met, and their tongues touched, it was like they were kissing in a hundred different places, and her senses were flooded with new sensations and old memoires. He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

You are healed." Allegra nodded. "You are no longer a Silver Blood." She paused. "But you are no longer a vampire either." Bliss started. No longer a vampire-but what did that mean? Did it mean she was just human?

Bonds are made to be broken," he said. "Just like rules.

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

Remember all fairy tales end at some point.

The world in your mind is as real as the world outside of it.

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties of thier meaning were parsed and analyzed by the female population to no end. Mimi had always understood it thus:white for love, yellow for friendship, red for passion, and pink for a secret crush.

Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

I'm up for it. Whatever it is. As long as it means I'll always be with you.

Almost halfway down the aisle, she saw someone she wasn't expecting, and she almost stumbled on her satin heels. Kingsley Martin stood at the end of a pew, his arms crossed. He was wearing a tuxedo as well. Just like any other guest. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be in Paris! He was supposed to be gone! He looked directly at Mimi. She heard his voice loud and clear in her head. Leave him. Why should I? What do you promise me? Nothing. And everything. A life of danger and adventure. A chance to be yourself. Leave him. Come with me.

Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.

A promise, a bond, a joy, a love for the ages, for the history books.…But what was love but pain?

I still love you. I will always love you, and that is all that matters. I will forgive you anything, and I will forgive you this.

She nodded... and was about to turn away. Then, as if she thought better of it, she reached out and grabbed his arm. "Jack." "Yes?" "I. . ." she faltered. She knew what she wanted to tell him, but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. It turned out she didn't have to. Jack put a hand to his heart and nodded. "I feel the same way about you.

Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?

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.

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

School was more than academics; an education prepared you for the humdrum of real life: working with others, tempering one's personality to assimilate with the group but without losing your individual identity, understading the factors of logic, reasoning, and debate. For a person - vampire or human - to succeed in the world, unlocking the mysteries of the universe was insufficient. One would also need to grasp the mysteries of human nature.

HE was standing across the street, staring at her with a look of shock and dismay. One look in Oliver's eyes and she knew he knew. But how? How could he have known? The'd been so careful to keep their love a secret. The grief etched all over his face was too much to bear. Schuyler felt the words catch in her throat as she crossed the stree to stand in front of him. "Ollie...it's not..." Oliver shot her a look of pure hatred, turned on his heel and began to run away. "OLIVER, please,let me explain.

They did it for love, and sometimes love makes us do the irrational .. even the inexcusable.

It is good to be busy. Being busy takes our mind off being in love at the wrong time, in the wrong place and with the wrong guy.

Looking for Narnia? You’re in the wrong universe

we laughed until we had to cry, we loved until we said goodbye.

White for light. White for love. White for forever.

You're late," she said, tapping her watch. "No, you're just early.

Tonight the world is yours, as am I.

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.

I'm so sorry for loving you, I'm so sorry.... But it was such a wonderful dream, my love, such a wonderful dream.

I don't need anything to get high. I'm high on life.

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

You've got to stop thinking everyone's problems can be solved by falling in love.

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.

Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point.

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.

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...

If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another's well-being is more important than one's own.

As an author you hope your characters have sparks but truly in the end they have minds of their own!

Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.

You made a sacrifice. And heaven rewarded you.

That was the thing about pictures--they were worth a thousand words, but sometimes they weren't the right ones.

you're the liar" - Mimi Force

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

He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.

I haven't paid for anything since I became famous.

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

Jack Force was more than she had ever dared wish for, and he was better than a dream or a fantasy because he was real. He was far from perfect, moody and distant at times, and burdened with sharp temper and an impulsiveness that was part of his dark nature. But she felt more love for him than she thought possible. He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her. (Schuyler Van Alen)

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

You cannot be with someone just because you don’t want to hurt him. You have your own happiness to think about.

I have never given this ring, my soul, to anyone. Azrael has never had any part of this. This is the only part of myself that is truly mine, and now it is yours.” —Jack Force

Time did not mean anything to those who had too much of it, but it was even more precious once it was limited.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.

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

If you think we'll get in, we'll get in. It's all about confidence, trust me.

A picture is worth a thousand texts.

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

No one was ever good enough for anybody's precious sons. No one ever called daughters precious, and why was that? Things had not changed very much. In the end women like Emily and Ingrid and Freya and Joanna only had one another to lean on. The men were wonderful when they were around, but their fires burned too bright, they lived too close to the sun - look what happened to her boy, and to her man. Gone. Women only had one another in the end.

But there's always a first time for everything

Dude you scare me sometimes! You're all vampire superwoman

The Code of the Vampires decreed that anyone who violated the Sacred Law was condemned to death, the blood burning. Charles had refused to subject Allegra to the sentence. But Mimi was a different matter. Mimi walked out of the church, knowing that if she ever saw Jack again, she would have to kill him.

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

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

If someone says " I love you " it would be foolish to say " I love you too " So you say " I knoe " tht is trulie wht love is. <3

I am not sorry for a moment . It was worth every moment, every second we were together. I would not change it for an immortal lifetime

Not that they were there to have fun—although with Kingsley Martin around, fun was never far from the agenda.

One should not seek those who do not wish to be found.

It didn't help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn't. She was just quiet.

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

Maybe she'd been drinking too much of the super-sweet Mexican Coca-Cola they had down here. Or maybe she was just tired, alone, and far from home. Because somewhere in the brittle, concrete center of Azrael's dark heart, something was melting.

You have punished me long enough, you have punished yourself long enough. Return to me. I beg.

Evil was seductive and easy, and virtue was difficult and unappreciated.

A mind is like a puzzle; you must unlock it to read its hidden secrets.

I don't trust an organization that would make policy out of fear.

I don’t want to make the same mistakes I’ve made before. I want to be free. I want to be with you. We will be together. I believe I will have less to live for, if I am not with you.

I love her because she has become something more to me. She become my life.

A bad boy can be very good for a girl.

It was so nice just to live in the moment, to enjoy holding him so closely, to pretend for a little while that they were merely two young people in love and nothing else.

He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

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

That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. "See you there tonight," Oliver had written. "Chomp! Chomp!

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

A brain with no heart and no reasoning ... well, nothing is more meaningless.

Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.

Now that she decided she knew exactly what she wanted –him- she couldn’t wait to break the news. And if he didn’t want her, she could live with that – what she wouldn’t be able to live with was if she never told him.

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

Popularity was fickle and elusive, like trying to catch fireflies in a jar. You were either born with it or relegated to wallflower status according to your mysterious and unknowable workings of the universe.

Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.

He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.

sometimes, when the sun shines, it scorches.

One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.

Stop your doubting, my love. I knew you would find me. ~Jack

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

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.

Schuyler put a gentle hand on Abbadon's feathered extensions, feeling the majestic power underneath their silky weight. She had been frightened once, to see him in this light, but now that she saw his terrifying face, she found it beautiful.