The more I see and hear, the more I realize how much I don't know.
You can't help whom you love, Lady. Nor can you know what it's liable to cause you to do.
You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," she snapped back.
If I'd been trying to kill him, he'd be dead.
Maybe it was for the best that she'd been so foolish, for if she'd known how hard this would be, perhaps she wouldn't have done it.
Love is stupid. It has nothing to do with reason. You love whomever you love.