He pouted-full on pouted. A prince. Pouting. – Kara, re: Braeden
The thing with your heart’s desire is that your heart doesn’t even know what it desires until it turns up.
Do you believe in magic?,” she asked. “I believe in you,” he said. “And you’re the closest thing to magic that I’ve found.
… he broke her heart and made her crave his touch even while she was trying to figure out where to hide his body.
But love like that doesn’t just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath.
Yes. Horrible, isn’t it?
Perhaps the easiest way of making a town’s acquaintance is to ascertain how the people in it work, how they love, and how they die.
When one has once fully entered the realm of love, the world – no matter how imperfect – becomes rich and beautiful, it consists solely of opportunities for love.
Sometime later, I stood watching the cold rain fall, when suddenly I felt Daemon’s arms around me and his lips on my neck. He loved my pregnant body and his hands roamed over it under the warm terrycloth of my bathrobe. I was lost in the moment, content to stay here forever…lost in the cold rain and welcoming warmth of Dublin, and lost in the arms of my husband. Since we arrived early this morning we were in our room, making love and sleeping, lost in a fairy tale moment, savoring every caress.
I’ve needed someone like you for a long time. Now that I have you, no one is going to take you from me.
Logan to Madeline
Fake love is a very powerful thing.