Charm Tracy Wolff Quotes

I love you with a love that shall not die, until the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

you’ve taught me that real love isn’t about finding someone who makes you happy. It’s about finding your own happiness and then sharing that with the person you love.

I'll love you till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

Hey, how many guys get to say their woman fell head over heels in love with them twice? It’s not so bad to be me.

Binding myself to you didn’t do anything except give a physical manifestation of what I already knew. I belong to you, Grace. Heart, soul, body. I have since before we left the lair the first time. I’ll be yours until the day I die, and if there’s some kind of afterlife, I’ll be yours then, too. Nothing will ever change that, so why wouldn’t I make a promise to you?

Looks like the devil really does wear Gucci.” He snorts. “I already told you I’m a vampire, not a devil—though I suppose you could be forgiven for confusing the two, since you know my wayward little brother. Also, to be clear, this is Armani.

Which leaves me with another problem. I’m really starting to like this guy, and I don’t have a clue what I’m supposed to do about that.

Sometimes it’s messy and painful and completely fucked up. But maybe that’s okay. Maybe love doesn’t have to be perfect. Maybe it just has to be real.

How could I not love her? How could I not want her for an eternity? She’s the universe’s gift to me, and if I can just have her and nothing else, then I’ll be satisfied. And I’ll still consider myself luckier than I have any right to be.

I don’t know much about love, Grace. But you’ve taught me that real love isn’t about finding someone who makes you happy. It’s about finding your own happiness and then sharing that with the person you love. You will always be my light out of the darkness, but not because it’s your job to make me happy. Because you light the path I can follow to find my own happiness. And I want to always see that path, let it lead me back to you. Always.

It’s easy to be afraid of love when you see it go sideways. When you feel the pain of a bad breakup or the loss of a loved one or you see a man willing to shatter an entire world because of his love for his daughter. But moments like these—not stolen but shared, not broken but blessed—make everything else fall away. They make everything else worth it.

But when life hands you fireballs, you learn how to juggle—preferably with oven mitts.

It just seemed better for everyone if I disappeared for a while. Maybe even forever.

She’s the universe’s gift to me, and if I can just have her and nothing else, then I’ll be satisfied. And I’ll still consider myself luckier than I have any right to be.

When I was growing up, my mom always had a rule about crying. She’d give me ten minutes to cry, sob, yell into a pillow, do whatever I had to do. Ten minutes to feel sorry for myself and whine about how terrible whatever I was going on about was. But when those ten minutes were up, I had to pick myself up and move on.

I love you,” he says again. “In the time we’ve been together, I’ve felt things for you I never imagined feeling for another person. I am in awe of you, Grace. Of your strength and your kindness and your resilience. The way you always try to help others, the way you always get back up no matter what bad thing happens to you.

Grace is my mate because she chose me. I still can’t believe whatever miracle made me the luckiest guy in the world, but before her, I was lost. I was alone and in pain and I can’t ever go back to a time when I do not remember what it feels like to love her with my very soul. And I know if I somehow survive alone…no world will be safe. If I allow the pain of her death to destroy the love in my soul for her—

Nothing will ever make me stop loving you, Grace,” he tells me as he strokes a tender hand down my cheek. “Nothing will ever make me feel anything but bound to you forever. It’s nice to have the ring, and it’s nice to have the mating bond. It’s definitely nice to have the promise ring, since repeating the words triggered the shadow promise and somehow gave you back your memories. But I loved you without all of it once, and I’ll love you without all of it forever.

want you, Hudson Vega—I want us—more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole life.

All you have to do is tell me how you feel, and you can’t do it. You won’t do it.” “I love you!” he snarls.

She’s my mate, the love of my life, the most beautiful on the inside—and the outside—girl I could find in any realm. I won’t let this bastard take her from this world.

So even though life has taught me over and over again that there is no going through pain—there is only getting through it—I ignore the lesson, and I choose Grace. The way I’ve always chosen her. The way I will always choose her.

I'll never know, though, because that didn't happen. I ended up here, so we didn't stay together. We didn't grow together. The mating bond broke and so did we.

But that's the way fear works, doesn't it? It's insidious, coming at you from all the dark corners of your soul that you would rather not look at too deeply. But the more you try to ignore it, the deeper it sinks its claws into you. Until you aren't just afraid. You're shredded.

fighting was a last resort. Walking away from a fight that doesn’t matter is always a better option than getting hurt or hurting someone.

real love isn’t about finding someone who makes you happy. It’s about finding your own happiness and then sharing that with the person you love.

I will love you, Grace, till the sun grows cold and the stars are old.

I remember my mom once telling me one of the reasons she loved my dad was that he put up with her snoring. She was joking, of course, but I get it now. How truly special is it to find someone who just accepts you exactly as you are. Maybe even loves you because of all those little things you try to keep hidden from others.

I look around for a roll of duct tape and am shocked to find one in my hand. And not just any duct tape—no, this is a limited-edition One Direction roll of duct tape, like the kind my dad bought me when I was a kid. Harry, Louis, Niall, Zayn, and Liam all stare happily back at me as I make my way to the far end of the room.

Actually, um, most humans like to keep their blood inside their skin as much as possible. But if I cut myself or something, I’ll be happy to show you.” Hudson gives me another look, this one even more “WHAT THE FUCK

don’t know much about love, Grace. But you’ve taught me that real love isn’t about finding someone who makes you happy. It’s about finding your own happiness and then sharing that with the person you love. You will always be my light out of the darkness, but not because it’s your job to make me happy. Because you light the path I can follow to find my own happiness. And I want to always see that path, let it lead me back to you. Always.” With a shaky hand, he flips open the box, and my already fast-beating heart goes completely out of control.

love you with a love that shall not die, until the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

Sometimes it’s just explaining, not mansplaining.

Hey, how many guys get to say their woman fell head over heels in love with them twice? It’s not so bad to be me.” “By that logic, how many girls get to say their guy is so great they fell in love with him twice?” I counter.

Grace is my mate because she chose me. I still can’t believe whatever miracle made me the luckiest guy in the world, but before her, I was lost. I was alone and in pain and I can’t ever go back to a time when I do not remember what it feels like to love her with my very soul. And I know if I somehow survive alone…no world will be safe.

What do you want to do first?” Grace shouts to be heard over the music. “Whatever you want to do,” I answer. Being with her is pretty much all I want out of this festival.

And when someone falls backward into me—sending me flying forward—Hudson has had enough. He gently grabs hold of me and slowly, inexorably moves us until we’re on the edge of the crowd. More, he arranges things so he’s on the inside and I’m on the outside, so that I’m free to dance and twirl and do whatever I want to while he uses his body as a wall to keep me safe.

She laughs. “Please. There’s always something to share. I’ve seen how that boy looks at you.” “Oh yeah?” Now she’s got my attention. “How does he look at me?” Caoimhe’s smile disappears. “Like he wants to do it for the rest of his immortal life,” she answers seriously.

As much as I know in my heart that what I had with Jaxon was special, I have been sure for a long time now that it pales in comparison to what I feel for Hudson.

I don’t want Souil to destroy the timeline so badly that I have to try to build a life without you, Grace. I don’t want to forget you. I don’t want to go back to the way things used to be—I’d rather be locked in a crypt for another two hundred years than face a life without you in it.

Grace wants to be with me today, even if she might be thinking of how not to be with me tomorrow. When Grace is by my side, it’s even easier than it sounds. Definitely easier than it’s ever been before. And yes, I am exactly aware of how pathetic that is. But that doesn’t make it any less true.

And then she’s out the door. Gone. Taking pretty much my whole world with her.

I don’t love Grace because she’s perfect all the time. Hell, no one can make me want to pull my hair out faster than her sometimes. I love Grace because she wants to be better, always strives to be the best she can. That doesn’t mean she never has a bad day. It means her bad days are not what define her. It’s her stubbornness, her willingness to learn from her mistakes, and her strength to pick herself up and always do better. She makes me want to be a better man—someone worthy of her. She’s more than I ever hoped for in a mate. And definitely more than I ever deserved.

She takes a deep breath in that way she does when she’s super nervous.

She blinks. Once. Twice. And then she nods, and I swear, I think I could take on an entire army alone right now.

She sounds so worried—but also so trusting—that I want to tear these people apart and burn the entire place to the ground, just because I can.

Shite. I walked right into that, didn’t I? I narrow my gaze on the treacherous girl, promising retribution later, when something Lumi says has me spinning around. “I absolutely will not be juggling anything.” A man has his pride, after all. But when Grace giggles next to me, I know I’d juggle kittens if she asked me to. I am so fucked.

It's strange, really. Some days I wake up, and it doesn't feel so terrible. But somehow those days are worse than the ones that start out really bad. Because on those days, I'm just going alone, doing my thing, and then something will trigger a memory out of the blue, and I'll be unprepared for it.