Bet you can't even name one romantic movie you like, she teased.She felt smug when a few minutes went by and Oliver was still unable to name one romantic movie he could profess to enjoy.The Empire Str...
Prove it! she hissed. Prove you are who you are!We don't have time for this! You really want me to prove who I am? he asked.Yes! she challenged.In answer, he took her in his arms, lifting her up and a...
Love does not make you weak; it is the absence of it that does.
Yen Sid surveyed the young villains in front of him. „What you are about to do is very dangerous. Carlos perked up. „That's fine, my middle name is– „Oscar said Evie. „We know.
What Mal wanted, more than anything, to be just like her mother. like her.
Stop your doubting, my love. I knew you would find me. ~Jack
She had an unusual name. She knew that much. It wasn't the kind of name that you found on ceramic coffee mugs at airport gift shops or emblazoned on mini-license plate souvenirs you could hang on your...
I'm up for it. Whatever it is. As long as it means I'll always be with you.
I haven't paid for anything since I became famous.
I was always a sci-fi and fantasy geek. I was in the 'Lord of the Rings' club and all my cool friends made fun of me.
I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.
Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.
You cannot be with someone just because you don’t want to hurt him. You have your own happiness to think about.
Villains don't have friends, and neither do their children. Not when you get right down to it.
Remember all fairy tales end at some point.
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.
Deftly
It was the truth, and like any truth, it was powerful.
I meant does it hurt when you hide every last shred of your individuality and self worth behind acres of silk and cups of powder and smiles that never, no matter how hard you try, reach your eyes?
Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.