Sometimes love was not about winning, but about wise sacrifice and the realiability of friends like Arianne. Friendship, Roland realized, was its very own kind of love.
I cannot be other than what I am, and I am the choices of all my days.
As far as possible, Arianne realized, each soul had to be content alone before plunging into love, because one never knew when the other would move out of that love. It was the greatest paradox: Souls need each other, but they also need to not need each other.
Then the angels, the demon, and the Nephilim flew to distant corners of the sky, leaving a moment's brilliant flash of light behind them, as below, Luce and Daniel fell in love for the first-and the last- time
Trust is a careless pursuit at best. At worst, it's a good way to get yourself killed.
We put our faith in love.
Trust is a good way to get oneself killed
You are the soul that fits into mine
How many lives do you need to live before you fine someone worth dying for?
Grief can choke you. It’s dangerous, something else you have to beat.
I can't wait to make you the love of my mortal life.
Suicide was a mortal luxury not afforded to angels.
Roland, love means not being afraid to let yourself go, trusting that I will desire everything you have to offer. -Rosaline (Roland's love)
I know nothing. I know no one. I’m lonely. Every time I see you, you’ve put up some new wall, and you never let me in.
Heartbreak is its own form of amnesia.
How easy it was to fall in love with every moment of her existence!
This is why angels choose sides, why people join teams. It costs too much not to; it weighs too heavily to soldier on alone.
Fear is the only way to greet the devil.
I do all of these things," Daniel said, leaning into her so that their foreheads touched, "because you're my love, Lucinda. For me, you're all there is.
Even Lucifer looked impressed. He muttered, "Only Lucinda could pull that off.
Silence is what causes most of humanity's problems
I've already had to wait so long." "How long?" Luce asked. "Not so long that I've forgotten that you're worth everything. Every sacrifice. Every pain.
Free will...it's all the rage these days
Friendship, Roland realized, was its very own kind of love.
You know everyone loves to hate a happy pair of lovebirds.
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