Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.
Bonds are like rules, they're meant to be broken.
A brain with no heart and no reasoning ... well, nothing is more meaningless.
She can't let him go not telling him what she was about to do. Kingsley...I can't do this. I'm coming with you.
Time did not mean anything to those who had too much of it, but it was even more precious once it was limited.
Now that she decided she knew exactly what she wanted –him- she couldn’t wait to break the news. And if he didn’t want her, she could live with that – what she wouldn’t be able to live with was if she never told him.