Suicide was a mortal luxury not afforded to angels.
We put our faith in love.
Grief can choke you. It’s dangerous, something else you have to beat.
Heartbreak is its own form of amnesia.
How many lives do you need to live before you fine someone worth dying for?
Trust is a good way to get oneself killed
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.
Fight for the only thing she knew was good enough, noble enough, powerful enough to be worth risking everything... Love.
Roland, love means not being afraid to let yourself go, trusting that I will desire everything you have to offer. -Rosaline (Roland's love)
Then the angels, the demon, and the Nephilim flew to distant corners of the sky, leaving a moment's brilliant flash of light behind them, as below, Luce and Daniel fell in love for the first-and the last- time
Trust is a careless pursuit at best. At worst, it's a good way to get yourself killed.
You know everyone loves to hate a happy pair of lovebirds.
Free will...it's all the rage these days
Friendship, Roland realized, was its very own kind of love.
We meet. We always meet, somehow we're always thrown together, no matter where I go, no matter how I try to distance myself from you. It never matters. You always find me.
This is why angels choose sides, why people join teams. It costs too much not to; it weighs too heavily to soldier on alone.
Fear is the only way to greet the devil.
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.
End times aren't supposed to be very pretty.
I have to go," he said at last, getting to his feet. "I shouldn't even be here, but I cannot keep my self away from you. I worry about you in every waking moment. I love you, Luce. So much it hurts.
Silence is what causes most of humanity's problems
Because love and hate were supposed to stand cleanly on opposite sides of the spectrum. The division seemed as clear as...well, angels and demons would once have seemed to her. Not anymore.
I do all of these things," Daniel said, leaning into her so that their foreheads touched, "because you're my love, Lucinda. For me, you're all there is.
Oh. My. God. They were fighting. In the library. Over her.
Don't go," she whispered, her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldn't give Daniel up. Not yet. She didn't think she ever could.
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