It's best to let her go," he says.No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.

Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound.

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

This is the real Madame. I can see why she hides herself in accents and gems and exotic perfumes. I can see why she's grown to hate anything to do with love. She isn't evil or corrupt the way that Vaughn is. She's broken. Only broken.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.

My father warned me that you’re an interloper. He told me I should make you leave, since we’re no longer married and you’re not my concern,” he says. The thought gives me a chill. Yes, I’m sure Vaughn would love for his son to abandon me, so that Vaughn can swoop in and reclaim me the second I’m alone. But Linden adds, “I told him that wouldn’t be a good idea either.

Maybe it is desperation," I say. "Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love."He looks at me, and in the sunlight his eyes come alive with greens and golds. "Sometimes we can," he says.

Whenever there's something I don't like about a stranger, I try to imagine that someone out there loves them, and it puts them in a different light.

I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.