White for light. White for love. White for forever.

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.

Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.

They did it for love, and sometimes love makes us do the irrational .. even the inexcusable.

Dude you scare me sometimes! You're all vampire superwoman

It was so nice just to live in the moment, to enjoy holding him so closely, to pretend for a little while that they were merely two young people in love and nothing else.