I think the most tortured place in hell should be reserved not for traitors, but... for cowards. The weakest, most spineless losers. Because it seems to me that traitors? At least they made a choice. But cowards? They just run around biting their fingernails, totally afraid to do anything. Which is totally worse.

You are the soul that fits into mine

What if the person you were meant to be with could never be yours?

Love is the only thing worth fighting for.

Grief can choke you. It’s dangerous, something else you have to beat.

Gabbe jumped up and seized the cocanut first, giving its contents a sniff. "Arriane, she has just been through a trama," she scolded. Arriane tossed her shoulders back. "Precisely why she needs something with a kick," she argued, holding the tray possessively while she and Gabbe engaged in a stare-down. "Fine," Arriane said, looking away from Gabbe.

They could steam up windows with their kisses, but as soon as they started using their mouths for other things—like talking—everything got so complicated.