It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn't about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability.

I felt the kind of loneliness that can happen in a roomful of people when everyone but you seems to be in on the good time.

She was aware of the movement of his lips as he pressed soundless words in her palm. He released her, and the look he gave her seemed to reveal the depths of his lustful, longing, bitter soul. "Good-bye, Miss Fielding," he said hoarsely.

Love will break your heart,[...] but love can also mend it. Not many things in life are both the cause and the cure.

Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours.

You know what it is you smell on him, Haven? Testosterone. It's leaking out of his pores.

Sometimes people don't have to make you love them...you just do, and there's no help for it.