Foul Heart Huntsman Quotes

Even if the memories never come back," he said slowly, "I'm going to love you again. I have decided to warn you in advance.

You are bound to me in matrimony. If you break it and descend into another plane of existence, I will chase after you and snatch you back.

Of course I was committed to her beyond what was acceptable for the mission. I was so fascinated because I could see the parts of you in her. I've loved you this whole time, just split in two.

You are my side. It is not betrayal.

I would have found you anywhere.” He reached forward. Tugged that piece of her hair, then tucked the curl behind her ear. “Across the world and under it. No matter how well you hide. It doesn’t matter where you go. I’ll always find you. Understand?

No need for such force in the household!' Alisa continued from the living room, her tone upbeat. 'Take deep breaths! Remember, I love you all!

It’s not a crime to be born into privilege, what matters is using it instead of closing your eyes to it.

I will love you if I please. I will make you my altar, I’ll put you above everything else in this world, I’ll revel in every morsel you are made of.

If I am to do some good, then I must make peace with my own limits. I would lose perspective otherwise.

Tell your heart to stop pumping so fast." "I can't," he replied weakly. "It swoons when you're around.

Hold my hand" Alisa huffed from ahead, extending her arm. "What? Why?" Rosalind reached anyway and grabbed Alisa's hand. "Do you see something?" "No, I'm offering emotional support.

An ever-expanding supernova. A hurricane that changed worlds and remade them.

You are nobody.” “Excuse me?” A wave of irrational anger overrode the pain of her landing. “I am your wife.

Your life is mine as mine is yours- do you understand me? You are not allowed to die.

No, Celia, tell the truth.” His grip tightened on her. One hand rose, sinking into her loose hair. “You spoke correctly the first time. You’re afraid. I tell you over and over again that I want you, but you generate excuses for me. I tell you that I refuse to worship my father’s image of respectability, but you make it a matter of safety. I will love you if I please. I will make you my altar, I’ll put you above everything else in this world, I’ll revel in every morsel you are made of. It’s simple—just tell me you don’t feel the same, and I’ll let you go. But I won’t accept anything else. I won’t accept your refusal on the make-believe grounds of our work.

Then somewhere along the way, between our last petty argument and the fifth time you decided to sleep on my shoulder, I fell in love with you, and once I’ve tumbled that deep, I’m trying to understand everything you say no matter which language it’s in.

Both of you just described the very definition of being afraid of something. Got it. We’re avoiding everyone.

Biǎojiě," Juliette Cai said, grinning. "Don't you recognize me anymore?

I will love you if I please. I will make you my altar, I’ll put you above everything else in this world, I’ll revel in every morsel you are made of. It’s simple—just tell me you don’t feel the same, and I’ll let you go. But I won’t accept anything else. I won’t accept your refusal on the make-believe grounds of our work.

She wasn’t enough of a fool to believe that she could have the world’s love, and yet she was enough of one to stick around wanting it anyway.

Celia's expression turned incredulous, as if she were being addressed by a rock that had grown a mouth to speak rock thoughts.

I was waiting for you,” he said quickly. “I didn’t want to startle you, so I was waiting for you to come back. Don’t go.

Regret would always clothe her in a heavy shroud, change the way she moved and the way she met the world. But so too did love. And it was warmer, thicker.