But why didn't you just ask me?" I set down my fork and glare at her. "Because you were sleeping," She says, taking a sip if Chardonnay. "I was taking a nap, Mom. It wasn't intended to be some kind of Disney fairy-tale hundred-year snooze.

Trust me, you can't play the game if you don't know the rules. And if you don't know the rules, someone's bound to get hurt.

I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.

What if it can't be worked out? What if I'm—what if I'm broken for good?

There are only two emotions. Love and fear.... Love and fear is all there is == Everything else is just an offshoot motivated by those two.

The true liberation, the true path to freedom, lay in the ability to forgive.

Ever, if I’ve learned nothing else in my six hundred years of living, it’s that people hate change almost as much as they hate for their beliefs to be challenged.