It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.

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

Kingsley, ever the joker, had his Venator mark tattooed near his unmentionables

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

A promise, a bond, a joy, a love for the ages, for the history books.…But what was love but pain?

You cannot be with someone just because you don’t want to hurt him. You have your own happiness to think about.

He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.