Would love be so different with someone else? Was love even possible with someone else? Love was supposed to be easy, wasn't it? Then why did she feel so tormented?

I hope that I live for a thousand years, and have a thousand daughters so that there will always be a woman who can curse your name.

Oh yes, we're going to brawl, baby. Over you. Again.

Do I love him? Yes. But when the final battle comes, I'll have to kill him. That's just our reality. We both know exactly where we stand."- Francesca

At last." He breathed into her, finding her lips. "You found me," she whispered. "Always.

Now lemme get this straight," she said in a throaty, nasal voice. "You put the lime in the cocanut and drink 'em both up--whoa, long faces. What am I interrupting?

true love never says goodbye