322 Quotes by Lauren Kate

He kissed her with a new brand of abandon. His touch was smooth and soft and desperate all at once. Her mouth bore down on his as he squeezed her, lifting her on top of him, burying his free hand in her hair. Their limbs overlapped, taut with expectation. Their mouths were hot and tangled. Luce felt dizzy and alive, as if their souls had twined together. It was almost too much to bear. She could never get enough. But she would try.

There was nothing mean about his voice. In fact it was almost too nice. Like she was too dim to grasp whatever was so obvious to him. Which made her absolutely furious.

I’ve never asked for a happy ending.

We put our faith in love.

I just flew in from Heaven, and boy, are my arms tired.

People are here because they’ve got baggage. I’m talking curbside-check-in, pay-the-fine-’cause-it’s-over-fifty-pounds kind of baggage. Get it?

She just wished loving him didn’t always have to be so hard.

Maybe that’s what magic was – looking into darkness and seeing a light most people missed.

But her wishes were so heavy for something so light.