I don't trust an organization that would make policy out of fear.

Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.

Do not cry for me, Azrael. Do not waste your tears. You made your decision. And this is mine. Sacrifice seems to be my destiny. A funny thing for a selfish man, isn't it? They always called me weak back then.

A picture is worth a thousand texts.

Jack Force was more than she had ever dared wish for, and he was better than a dream or a fantasy because he was real. He was far from perfect, moody and distant at times, and burdened with sharp temper and an impulsiveness that was part of his dark nature. But she felt more love for him than she thought possible. He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her. (Schuyler Van Alen)

we laughed until we had to cry, we loved until we said goodbye.

Not that they were there to have fun—although with Kingsley Martin around, fun was never far from the agenda.