Ana Huang Love Quotes

If you wanted, I would burn down the world for you.

You are the light to my dark, Sunshine,” he said in a raw voice. His lips brushed against mine as he spoke. “Without you, I’m lost.

If you let lesser people determine your self-worth, you'll never reach higher than their limited imagination.

You will always be my first, last and only love.

You don’t have to work overtime to get people to love you, Ava. Love isn’t earned, it’s given.

She felt like heaven to my hell, the closest I’d ever get to salvation, and yet I still wanted to drag her into the depths of Hades with me.

I would take a thousand fights with Jules over a thousand easy days with anyone else. Because I didn't want easy. I wanted her.

I thought you don’t believe in love,” I teased. “You’re right. That was the wrong word … Because love is ordinary. Mundane. And you, Stella … You’re extraordinary.

That’s my girl. Hate me. Don’t cry over me. Never cry over me. I’m not worth it.

I’d do anything for you. No matter how twisted or impossible.

Alex gripped my chin and brought my gaze to his. “What did I tell you? You’re mine, Sunshine. You’re never touching another man unless you want him six feet in the ground. So yes, we’re fucking exclusive.

I never claimed to be Prince Charming, and my love isn’t a fairy tale type of love. I’m a fucked-up person with fucked-up morals. I won’t write you poems or serenade you beneath the moonlight. But you are the only woman I have eyes for. Your enemies are my enemies, your friends are my friends, and if you wanted, I would burn down the world for you.

Consider it a lesson for the future. Pretty words and pretty faces don’t equal pretty souls.

My dream is to be with you. And my biggest fear is losing you. You will always be my first, last, and only love.

Do you remember Costa Rica?” [...] “How could I forget?” It was one of the happiest memories of my life. “You asked me if I'd ever been in love. I said no.” He pressed a soft kiss to my mouth. “Ask me again, princess.

You filled a part of my soul I always thought would be empty, and you healed scars I never knew existed. And I realized... it's not that I didn't believe in love before. It's that I was saving it all for you.

Love wasn’t always about the big moments. More often, it was tucked in the small moments connecting the major ones.

I wanted every shadow of his soul and every piece of his beautiful, multilayered heart. I wanted to pour into him every drop of light I had to give until he consumed me whole. Until I was his, and he was mine.

She wasn't mine to take, but I was taking her anyway. Her laughs, her fears, her joy and her pain. Every inch of her body and beat of her heart. All mine.

Don’t make a sound,” he warned. “This is an important call.

Somehow, somewhere along the way, I’d fallen in love … Not like or lust. Love, in all its terrifying, unpredictable, unwanted glory.

I love you. So fucking much.” I thought saying those words for the first time would feel strange. They didn’t. They felt like they’d been waiting to find their home all these years and found it in her.

Because I love her!” I slammed my hands on the table. “There, happy? I love her so much I would rather give her up than hurt her. But if you think I’m letting her go to another country alone, with no protection, you’ve got another think coming. Now give me her fucking flight info.

Like he wanted to burn the world down at seeing me hurt.

A smile tugged at her mouth. “You couldn’t stand me back then.” “Doesn’t matter. You were still mine.” I curled my hand around the back of her neck while keeping my thumb on her lip. “Mine to fight with. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck.” My voice dropped. “Mine to love.

No kissing or face-to-face contact during sex,” she murmured. “I thought those were your rules.” …”You’re right, sweetheart,” I said, dropping my forehead to hers with a resigned sigh. So. Fucked.. “But the rules don’t apply to you.

...Death was oblivion; life was reality, the harshest truth that had ever existed

Darkness craves light as much as it wants to destroy it,

You told me once there was something beautiful waiting for me, something that’ll restore my faith in life. I’ve found it. It’s you.

I'd rather be the villain with her by my side than the hero who risked losing her because of a misguided sense of morality." - Alex Volkov

I'm sorry for hurting you...for pushing you away...for ever making you feel unwanted when you're the only person I've ever loved

You want the world to think you have no heart when in reality, you have a multilayered one: a heart of gold encased in a heart of ice. And the one thing all hearts of gold have in common? They crave love.

I never really lived before you … And I don’t want to imagine living after you.” I dropped my forehead to hers, my chest aching with need and want and a thousand other emotions only she could make me feel. “Stay with me, love. Please.

I hated how much I wanted her, and I hated that she wasn’t smart enough to run away from me while she still had a chance. Thought let’s be honest, it was already too late. She was mine. She just didn’t know it yet.

You were still mine.” I curled my hand around the back of her neck while keeping my thumb on her lip. “Mine to fight with. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck.” My voice dropped. “Mine to love.

Love.” The word floated between us on a soft gust of air. “Deep, abiding, unconditional love. You want it so much you’re willing to live for it.” Most people thought the biggest sacrifice they could make was to die for something. They were wrong. The biggest sacrifice someone could make was to live for something—to allow it to consume you and turn you into a version of yourself you didn’t recognize. Death was oblivion; life was reality, the harshest truth that had ever existed.

I’d never fallen in love before her. Once I did, I did it the way I did everything else. Completely. Totally. Irrevocably.

Despite what I’d said about love being a drug, Stella was my greatest high.

You want to fuck, we fuck. You want to date, we date. You want to call me your boyfriend, I’ll call you my girlfriend.

I would never leave you.” Alex drew me into his chest, and I sank into his embrace for the first time in what felt like forever. It was like returning home after a long, lonely trip abroad.

No falling in love.” I scoffed. “Red, you’ll fall in love with me before I ever fall in love with you.” The mere idea was absurd. Jules was the most difficult woman I’d ever encountered. God help whichever poor bastard ended up falling for her.

I love you, too. Even after what you did. Even if I shouldn’t. I love you more than I could ever hate you.

I’ve never loved you more than in this moment. Watching you choose yourself when I didn’t will always prove as a reminder to me of your incredible strength and what a privilege it is to call you mine.

Ava screamed again, and my heart tripped. I almost wished there were an intruder so I had something physical to fight.

You can go on as many dates as you want, amor,” Dominic said softly. “But no one will love you like I do. Você e eu. Não tem comparação.

You want to know the truth, Vivian? If I loved you as much as he claims to love you, nothing would’ve stopped me from keeping you.

Alex, the piece costs $40,000.” “Really? Shit.” “I’m sure we can—” “I thought it was expensive.” I allowed myself a soft laugh at her stunned expression. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll own a new piece of art, you’ll receive a hefty commission, and your manager will kiss your ass until the end of days. Win-win.

It’s about love, and there’s nothing reasonable about love.

Those therapists didn’t get it. I didn’t want to heal. I wanted to burn. I wanted to bleed. I wanted to feel every scorching lick of pain.

In Costa Rica, you asked if I'd ever been in love, I said no." "Ask me again." "Have you ever been in love Mr. Larsen?" "Only once" "And you, Princess. Have you ever been in love?" "Only once

Loving someone wasn’t enough if I didn’t show it. Appreciating them wasn’t enough if I didn’t express it.

Despite what I’d said about love being a drug, Stella was my greatest high. A temptation with no escape. An obsession with no end.  An addiction with no cure.

Most people thought the biggest sacrifice they could make was to die for something. They were wrong. The biggest sacrifice someone could make was to live for something—to allow it to consume you and turn you into a version of yourself you didn’t recognize. Death was oblivion; life was reality, the harshest truth that had ever existed.

You’re right, sweetheart,” I said, dropping my forehead to hers with a resigned sigh. So. Fucked. “But the rules don’t apply to you.

I’ll always need you, Sunshine.

I grasped her chin and angled her face toward mine. “Tell me who or what I need to kill,” I growled. “What happened at your father’s house?” “I told you, nothing. It was just the lake.” Ava eked out a wobbly smile. “You can’t kill a lake.” “I’ll drain every fucking lake and ocean in the world if I have to.” A tiny crystal tear slipped from her eye. “Alex…” “I mean it.” I rubbed the tear away with my thumb. My heart raged in my chest, a snarling beast furious at the sight of her distress and the thought there was something in the world that would dare hurt her.

She was mine. She just didn’t know it yet. I hadn’t known it myself until I saw her in Colton’s arms and every instinct raged at me to tear her away. To claim what belonged to me.

Why do you want to know?” she demanded. “It’s not like you’ll go after her. You said—” “Because I love her!

I want my greed to be for your love, your laughter, and our life together. I can’t bear to be parted from you.

I'd lived with my nightmares almost my whole life and still found the courage to dream.

In Costa Rica, you asked if I'd ever been in love. I said no' I lowered my head until our foreheads touched and her lips were scant inches from mine. 'Ask me again'.

I’d rather you hate me alive than love me dead.

I’m trying to save you, Ava,” he said… “From what?” I refused to look at him, but I could see him watching me out of the corner of my eye. “From me.” I didn’t respond, because how was I supposed to tell the man determined to save me that I didn’t want to be saved?

if you focus too much on the negative, you miss all the positive.

Romanticizing love was easy. Falling in love was harder, especially when my previous relationships had all lacked… something. Some sort of emotional connection that would make the risk of falling worth it.

I loved you so much I lost myself.

Then I met you, and I finally understood what people meant when they said love is worth fighting for.

To loving every version of yourself, even the ones you want to leave behind.

You don’t get it. There is no happily ever after for us.” We weren’t a fairytale. We were a forbidden love letter, tucked into the back of a drawer and retrieved only in the darkness of night. We were the chapter of bliss before the climax hit and everything crumbled into ash. We were a story that was always meant to end. “This is it.

I loved her, totally and completely, and I’d be damned if I let anyone hurt her.

If you wanted, I would burn down the world for you

I couldn’t change what happened to me or control what other people did, but I could control what I did. I could shape the future I wanted to have.

If you let lesser people determine your self-worth, you’ll never reach higher than their limited imagination.

Because I love her!” I slammed my hands on the table. “There, happy? I love her so much I would rather give her up than hurt her.

She'd stopped crying, but her eyes burned with anger and betrayal. That's my girl. Hate me. Don't cry over me. Never cry over me. I'm not worth it.

Just…” I sucked in a deep breath, unable to look at him, it hurt so much. “Leave me alone.” Alex’s chest heaved like he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs. “I can’t do that, sweetheart. I’ll wait however long it takes, but I’ll never be okay with a world in which you’re alone.

Love isn’t about perfection, Luna; it’s about imperfect people creating their own version of happily ever after.

Sarcasm isn’t the same as an insult. I’m sarcastic with my friends all the time. It’s how I show my love.

Love isn’t earned. It’s given.

You think you know someone until something happens that proves you never really knew them at all.

You believe the best of people and that’s a strength, not a weakness.

Tell me who or what I need to kill,” I growled. “What happened at your father’s house?

I love you, Vivian. More than I could ever hate your father. And more than I ever thought I was capable of.

Because all the most beautiful days of my life have been with you, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world. I would rather be miserable now after having been loved by you than be happy without having ever known you.

Your enemies are my enemies, your friends are my friends. If you wanted, I would burn down the world for you.

Sweetheart, please, you’ll get sick.” His voice broke on the last word.

I’d been trapped by my own mind, by the fears that haunted my days and the nightmares that haunted my nights. I stuck with the safe choices because I thought I wasn’t strong enough for anything else.

I wanted her, but it wasn’t a sweet, tender kind of want. It was a dirty, ugly want, tainted by the blood on my hands and a desire to drag her out of the sunshine and into my night.

Your current phone is clearly broken, since I haven't received so much as a text from you in the past five days" "You miss me." "I do not." "You showed up at my work and bought me a new phone because I didn’t text you for a few days... I think that amounts to missing me.

Farrah had always equated the stars with love, which seemed as nebulous and out of reach as the diamonds in the sky. But as she stood there next to Blake, beneath the infinite skies of a foreign land, the stars felt a little closer.

If you need time, take it. If you want to date other people, do it. I won’t interfere. I didn’t appreciate you when I had you, and that’s my cross to bear. But you’ll always be the love of my life, and I’ll always be here, whether it’s a month, a year, or a lifetime from now.” The sound of her sob dampened my cheek with something hot and wet. “There are probably hundreds of men who’d line up for the chance to be with you. I only ask that you let me be one of them.

I love you, Isabella Valencia.” Simple and raw, stripped of all pretense except for the naked truth that had been staring me in the face all this time. “Every single part of you, from your laugh to your humor to the way you can’t stop talking about condoms.” One of those laughs I loved so much slipped out, thick with emotion. A smile flashed across my face before I sobered again. “You think you’re broken, but I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Smart. Strong. Beautiful. Imperfect by your own standards but so wonderfully perfect for me.

Why…” I trailed off again when he fiddled with something on his phone and soft music filled the air. “We never got to dance at the wedding,” he said simply. “You don’t like it when I dance,” I half-joked, trying to hide the emotion welling in my chest. What happened in the library during Nikolai’s reception would forever be etched in my mind. “I love it when you dance. But only with me.” He placed his free hand on the small of my back. “You don’t dance.” “Only with you.” The burn intensified. “Careful, Mr. Larsen, or I’ll think you actually like me.” His mouth curled into a grin. “Baby, we’re way beyond like.

Because I love her!" I slammed my hands on the table. "There, happy? I love her so much I would rather give her up than hurt her. But if you think I'm letting her go to another country alone, with no protection, you've got another think coming. Now give me her fucking flight info.

There’s something beautiful waiting for you, Alex. Whether you find it tomorrow or years from now, I hope it’ll restore your faith in life. You deserve all the beauty and light in the world.” … “There you go, romanticizing me again.” Alex didn’t move as I took another step toward him, but his eyes burned with intensity. “It’s too late for me, Sunshine. I destroy everything beautiful that comes into my life.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. “So we’re coming back for Thanksgiving next year, right?” Alex sighed. “Maybe.” In other words, yes. I beamed. “Maybe we could come up early and go apple pick—” “Don’t push your luck.” Fair enough. We’d go apple picking the year after next. Seven hundred-odd days should be enough time to convince him. “Alex?” “Yes, Sunshine?” “I love you.” His face softened. “I love you, too.” His lips brushed over mine before he whispered, “But don’t think that’ll save you from the spanking you’re getting once we’re back in the cabin.” A shiver of anticipation rippled through me. I couldn’t wait.

Because you’re right. I do want you. But I don’t want to kiss or make love to you. I want to fuck you. I want to punish you for mouthing off and letting another man put his hands on you. I want to yank up that tiny fucking dress of yours and pound into you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days. I want all those things, even though I can’t have them. But if you don’t stop looking at me like that…” I tightened my grip on her chin and throat. She stared at me in the mirror, her lips parted and her eyes dark with heat. “I might take them anyway.

Hey, Red.” I greeted her with a cocky grin. “Can’t stay away from me, huh? Don’t blame you.” I gestured at myself. “Look at all this.” I was still shirtless from the shower, and I didn’t want to brag or anything, but my abs were a fucking work of art. “If I knew you had company, I would’ve waited,” she said dryly. She was carrying a large portfolio bag, which was strange, since she didn’t draw. Maybe she went shopping earlier. “Wouldn’t want to interrupt your weekly lovefest with your ego.” “Daily,” I corrected. “Self-love is critical to maintaining one’s self-esteem. But you’re hot, so you’re allowed to interrupt.

You don’t fool me anymore, Alex Volkov. I’ve been thinking about it, the way you noticed all those things about me. How you agreed to look after me, even though you could’ve said no. How you stayed in to watch those movies with me when you thought I was upset and let me stay the night in your bed after I fell asleep. And I’ve come to a conclusion. You want the world to think you have no heart when in reality, you have a multilayered one: a heart of gold encased in a heart of ice. And the one thing all hearts of gold have in common? They crave love.

His eyes were wild, that muscle in his jaw jumping so fast it had a life of his own. I’d never seen him like that. Pissed, yes. Annoyed, definitely. But not like that. Like he wanted to burn the world down at seeing me hurt. My naïve heart sang, cutting a swath of hope through my lingering panic. Because no one looks at someone like that unless they care, and I realized that I wanted Alex Volkov to care. Very much. I wanted him to care because of me, not because of a promise he’d made to my brother. Talk about a terrible time to come to such a realization. I was a freaking mess, and he’d just beat the living daylights out of my ex-boyfriend. I sucked in a shaky breath and wiped the tears from my face with the backs of my hands. “I will destroy him.” Alex’s words sliced through the air like lethal blades of ice. Goosebumps blossomed on my skin and I shivered, my teeth chattering from the cold. “Everything he has ever touched, everyone he has ever loved. I will ruin them until they’re nothing more than a pile of ashes at your feet.