Cruz Quotes

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

You cannot be with someone just because you don’t want to hurt him. You have your own happiness to think about.

Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.

we laughed until we had to cry, we loved until we said goodbye.

The great thing about being a writer is that you are always re-creating yourself.

White for light. White for love. White for forever.

Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.

Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.

I don't need anything to get high. I'm high on life.

If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another's well-being is more important than one's own.

The world in your mind is as real as the world outside of it.

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

Bonds are like rules, they're meant to be broken.

Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?

A brain with no heart and no reasoning ... well, nothing is more meaningless.

Tonight the world is yours, as am I.

But there's always a first time for everything

That was the thing about pictures--they were worth a thousand words, but sometimes they weren't the right ones.

One should not seek those who do not wish to be found.

He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

Shit!" I heard Diehl shout over the comm. "I just lost my gorram shields because I'm already out of frakkin' power!" "Dude," Cruz said. "You shouldn't mix swears from different universes.

I don't study to know more, but to ignore less.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

I'm tired of being your best friend. I'm tired of being second best. I won't settle for that anymore. It's all or nothing, Schuyler. You have to decide. Him or me. - Oliver Hazzard-Perry

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

It was so nice just to live in the moment, to enjoy holding him so closely, to pretend for a little while that they were merely two young people in love and nothing else.

Encheremos o mundo de coisas preciosas. Serão tantas que os homens passarão por elas julgando-as banais.

Even if they end up together, which I highly doubt, given the strength of that particular bond-...-but even if Schuyler still loves him, or thinks she does, it doesn't matter. Because Jack is going to leave her one day. i know he will. He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.

Remember all fairy tales end at some point.

I still love you. I will always love you, and that is all that matters. I will forgive you anything, and I will forgive you this.

sometimes, when the sun shines, it scorches.

Oliver liked to play the part of disaffected youth, but he liked shopping in SoHo even more.

This is not some silly game...This is life and death Angels and demons.

Stop your doubting, my love. I knew you would find me. ~Jack

Sabe, sargento, a loucura, quando dá a um grande número de pessoas, chama-se sociedade contemporânea. Quando dá a uma pessoa só, interna-se essa pessoa.

And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.

Because normal human activity is worse for nature than the greatest nuclear accident in history.

She can't let him go not telling him what she was about to do. Kingsley...I can't do this. I'm coming with you.

I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.

I believed, when I entered this convent, I was escaping from myself, but alas, poor me, I brought myself with me!

Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.

Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

I love her because she has become something more to me. She become my life.

I'm up for it. Whatever it is. As long as it means I'll always be with you.

She was a stranger in her own life, a tourist in her own body.

He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.

Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties of thier meaning were parsed and analyzed by the female population to no end. Mimi had always understood it thus:white for love, yellow for friendship, red for passion, and pink for a secret crush.

I'm so sorry for loving you, I'm so sorry.... But it was such a wonderful dream, my love, such a wonderful dream.

A mind is like a puzzle; you must unlock it to read its hidden secrets.

Wait--we have one left," the runner said, bringing out what was surely the most expensive bouquet of all: a three-foot tall arrangement of two hundred white roses, in the palest ivory color. All the girls swooned. Almost no boys bought white roses ever. It was a big sign of commitment. But this one practically trumpeted a captured heart. The runner set the bouquet in front of Schuyler. Mimi raised an eyebrow. She had always won the roses lottery. What was this all about? For me?" Schuyler asked, awestruck by the size of the thing. She took the card from the tallest stem. For Schuyler, who doesn't like love stories." It was not signed.

Evil was seductive and easy, and virtue was difficult and unappreciated.

If someone says " I love you " it would be foolish to say " I love you too " So you say " I knoe " tht is trulie wht love is. <3

Quando acordaram de manhã, na mesma cama, ela disse-lhe que queria ter um passado com ele. Não era um futuro, que é uma coisa incerta, mas um passado, que é isso que têm dois velhos depois de passarem uma vida juntos. Quando disse que queria ter um passado com alguém, queria dizer tudo. Não desejava uma incerteza, mas a História, a verdade.

They did it for love, and sometimes love makes us do the irrational .. even the inexcusable.

A bad boy can be very good for a girl.

He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.

It is good to be busy. Being busy takes our mind off being in love at the wrong time, in the wrong place and with the wrong guy.

Bet you can't even name one romantic movie you like," she teased. She felt smug when a few minutes went by and Oliver was still unable to name one romantic movie he could profess to enjoy. The Empire Strikes Back," Oliver finally declared, tapping his horn at a Prius that wandered over the line. The Empire Strikes Back? The Star Wars movie? That's not romantic!" Schuyler huffed, fiddling with the air conditioner controls. Au contraire, my dear, it's very romantic. The last scene, you know, when they're about to put Han in that freezing cryogenic chamber or whatever? Remember?" Schuyler mmm-hmmmed. And Leia leans over the ledge and says, 'I love you.'" That's cheesy, not romatic," Schuyler argued, although she did like that part. Let me explain. What's romantic is what Han says back. Remember what he says to her? After she says 'I love you'?" Schuyler grinned. Maybe Oliver had a point. "Han says, 'I know.'" Exactly," Oliver tapped the wheel. "He doesn't have to say anything so trite as 'I love you." Because that's already understood. And that's romantic.

She nodded... and was about to turn away. Then, as if she thought better of it, she reached out and grabbed his arm. "Jack." "Yes?" "I. . ." she faltered. She knew what she wanted to tell him, but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. It turned out she didn't have to. Jack put a hand to his heart and nodded. "I feel the same way about you.

The rose fell into his lap, and he looked up, startled. Mimi grinned. "Hey handsom" Mimi sent. "What's up?" Jack replied, without speaking. "Just thinking of you." Jack's smile deepened, and he threw the rose back at her so that it landed in her lap. Mimi tucked it behind her ear and fluttered her eyelashes appreciatively.

It's said a friend is a person who walks in when everyone else walks out.

Tal como deve ser escrito o amor: a tinta permanente.

Rosa que al prado, encarnada, te ostentas presuntuosa de grana y carmín bañada: campa lozana y gustosa; pero no, que siendo hermosa tambien serás desdichada.

Não é a falta de pessoas à nossa volta que faz a solidão. São as pessoas erradas.

It's always good to be underestimated.

Mas madaling mamatay kaysa mabuhay, tumataas ang halaga ng pagkain habang bumababa naman ang halaga ng buhay.

Para uns, a raiz é a parte invisível que permite a árvore crescer. Para mim, a raiz é a parte invisível que a impede de voar como os pássaros. Na verdade, uma árvore é um pássaro falhado.

Maybe she'd been drinking too much of the super-sweet Mexican Coca-Cola they had down here. Or maybe she was just tired, alone, and far from home. Because somewhere in the brittle, concrete center of Azrael's dark heart, something was melting.

I think kindness, out of all virtues, is the best quality to have.

It was like a Russian party, Arkady thought. People got drunk, recklessly confessed their love, spilled their festering dislike, had hysterics, marched out, were dragged back in and revived with brandy. It wasn't a French salon.

It was time to say good-bye. I love you. Always, Jack sent. Always and forever.

He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her.

The Code of the Vampires decreed that anyone who violated the Sacred Law was condemned to death, the blood burning. Charles had refused to subject Allegra to the sentence. But Mimi was a different matter. Mimi walked out of the church, knowing that if she ever saw Jack again, she would have to kill him.

Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma

You're late," she said, tapping her watch. "No, you're just early.

It was the truth, and like any truth, it was powerful.

Porque viver não tem nada a ver com isso que as pessoas fazem todos os dias, viver é precisamente o oposto, é aquilo que não fazemos todos os dias.

It's not fair. It's not our fault. We have no say in our own lives. We're living a fairy tale someone else wrote.

Pegou numa corda e pendurou-se numa figueira. Foi o mais estranho fruto daquela árvore.

I meant does it hurt when you hide every last shred of your individuality and self worth behind acres of silk and cups of powder and smiles that never, no matter how hard you try, reach your eyes?

Schuyler put a gentle hand on Abbadon's feathered extensions, feeling the majestic power underneath their silky weight. She had been frightened once, to see him in this light, but now that she saw his terrifying face, she found it beautiful.

Sometimes she was even sure that she had ever really existed.

Who wanted to make lemonade from lemons, when you could make perfectly good lemon grenades?

You are healed." Allegra nodded. "You are no longer a Silver Blood." She paused. "But you are no longer a vampire either." Bliss started. No longer a vampire-but what did that mean? Did it mean she was just human?

As rugas são as cicatrizes das emoções que vamos tendo na vida.

Bonds are made to be broken," he said. "Just like rules.

Do not cry for me, Azrael. Do not waste your tears. You made your decision. And this is mine. Sacrifice seems to be my destiny. A funny thing for a selfish man, isn't it? They always called me weak back then...

Jack Force was more than she had ever dared wish for, and he was better than a dream or a fantasy because he was real. He was far from perfect, moody and distant at times, and burdened with sharp temper and an impulsiveness that was part of his dark nature. But she felt more love for him than she thought possible. He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her. (Schuyler Van Alen)

When their lips met, and their tongues touched, it was like they were kissing in a hundred different places, and her senses were flooded with new sensations and old memoires. He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

A sabedoria vem com a idade, com a velhice, e suspeito que nos come os órgãos, pois quando mais sabemos das coisas, mais o fígado se queixa, mais os rins têm insuficiência, mais o coração pára. A sabedoria come tudo.

Para onde vão os guarda-chuvas? São como as luvas, são como uma das peúgas que formam um par. Desaparecem e ninguém sabe para onde. Nunca ninguém encontra guarda-chuvas, mas toda a gente os perde. Para onde vão as nossas memórias, a nossa infância, os nossos guarda-chuvas?

Prove it!" she hissed. "Prove you are who you are!" "We don't have time for this! You really want me to prove who I am?" he asked. "Yes!" she challenged. In answer, he took her in his arms, lifting her up and against the wall. He pressed his lips against hers, and with each kiss she could see into his mind, into his soul. She saw a year of hate...saw him alone, alienated, hurt. She had lied to him and had left him. With every kiss he made her see, made her feel...every emotion, every dream he had of her...every ounce of his wanting and his need...and his love...his all-consuming, life-affirming love for her. In the darkness they found each other again...and she kissed him back, so greedily and hungrily, she never wanted to stop kissing him...to feel his heart against hers, the two of them intertwined together, his hands in her hair, then down the small of her back. She wanted to cry from the overwhelming emotion that engulfed the two of them.... "Now do you belive me?" Jack asked huskily, pulling away from a moment so they could look into each other's eyes. Schuyler nodded, breathless. Jack. Every fiber of her being tingled with love and desire and remorse and forgiveness. Oh Jack...the love of her life, her sweet, her soul...

HE was standing across the street, staring at her with a look of shock and dismay. One look in Oliver's eyes and she knew he knew. But how? How could he have known? The'd been so careful to keep their love a secret. The grief etched all over his face was too much to bear. Schuyler felt the words catch in her throat as she crossed the stree to stand in front of him. "Ollie...it's not..." Oliver shot her a look of pure hatred, turned on his heel and began to run away. "OLIVER, please,let me explain..

Almost halfway down the aisle, she saw someone she wasn't expecting, and she almost stumbled on her satin heels. Kingsley Martin stood at the end of a pew, his arms crossed. He was wearing a tuxedo as well. Just like any other guest. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be in Paris! He was supposed to be gone! He looked directly at Mimi. She heard his voice loud and clear in her head. Leave him. Why should I? What do you promise me? Nothing. And everything. A life of danger and adventure. A chance to be yourself. Leave him. Come with me.

um bom livro deve ter mais do que uma pele, deve ser um prédio de vários andares. O rés-do-chão não serve à literatura. está muito bem para a construção civil, é cómodo para quem não gosta de subir as escadas, útil para quem não pode subir as escadas, mas para a literatura há que haver andares empilhados uns em cima dos outros. Escadarias e escadarias, letras abaixo, letras acima.

Life is a whirlwind of many opportunities. Choose to embrace all of them in deepest gratitude. Learn to forgive yourself and honour the heart that beats within you, as well as the head that rests on your shoulders. Learn how to believe in people again and not be judging or cynical to various beliefs. We are all of one light on this one Earth, and loving humanity makes all the difference.

As nossas memórias nunca são verdadeiras ou absolutamente verdadeiras, são apenas uma interpretação. Existem outras, e ao longo dos anos vamos vendo o passado a uma luz diferente. As nossas memórias vão sendo vistas de diferentes perspectivas, conforme aquilo que aprendemos e conforme aquilo que sentimos no instante em que as relembramos.

When were were cast out of Paradise, we lost part of our soul forever. As part of our punishment, we were cursed never to learn to love again. Instead, we were bound to a destiny that was set from the beginning. Azrael and I never chose each other; the choice was made for us. We never knew anything else. The ring you hold is part of my soul that your mother helped me recover. It was she who saved us from the Dark and led us back to the Light. As her daughter, you too are an Angel of Light. The fire does not harm you. I lost the ring during the crisis in Rome. But now it has been returned to me. This ring has been blessed by Gabrielle herself. I have never given this ring, my soul, to anyone. Azrael has never had any part in this. This is the only part of myself that is truly mine, and now it is yours.

I'm proud of you, Bliss," he said. "Michael's sword released the souls that were trapped in your blood. You freed them. You freed me." "But now I'm never going to see you again, am I?" she asked. Dylan smiled. "It's unlikely. But I never say never.' "I wish you wouldn't go. I'll miss you so much," Bliss said. "I'll miss you too." Dylan put his hand up, and so did Bliss. But this time, instead of touching air, she felt his warm hand grasping her cold one. She looked at Allegra. Somehow, she knew her mother was making this happen. Dylan leaned down, and she could feel his lips, soft and inviting, gently kissing hers. Then Dylan was gone. But Bliss did not feel anguished. She felt at peace. Dylan was not broken and incomplete anymore. He was whole.