We had everything: love, attention, the best money could buy, but we were taught that we had to first give to then receive.

He towered over her, as intense and savage as only he could be, making her feel small and delicate in comparison, surrounded by his utter maleness. She felt trapped and she wanted to stay in his cage forever.

Love is not about oneself, but about the other. It's not about keeping, but about freeing. Love is not love if not shared.

I believe in witches, Sophia,” his deep voice hypnotized her.“I hope you don’t burn me at the stake,” she murmured to him.“I don’t burn witches. I set them on fire,” Alistair whispered so low Sophia thought she had heard wrong.

If all of us in the world just shared love, just a little, charity foundations wouldn’t be needed.

Love, she realized, could sometimes come fast, but it didn’t make it any less real. Love could make you hear the cicada buzzing and the breeze singing through the trees and decide it was the most beautiful of symphonies. The sharp smell of pine on the fresh and just cool enough air were the best perfumes in the world.

With those words, she felt as though Tavish had uncovered some secret part of her— looked into her soul. It was what she felt when she was happy, but she had never thought of herself as a flower but more as a bird to whom the world was giving a chance to stretch out her wings and feel the wind caress her feathers. Then have me. Now. Here.

Widowed were not those alive, but those who were dead.

Would you prefer to be feared or loved Lord Ells?"He smiled crookedly at her, "You like quotes, don't you? So, it's as Machievelli said, 'It is best to be both feared and loved; however, if one cannot have both it is better to be feared than loved.'""I'd rather be loved. Only loved," she whispered to him.