Love makes you foolish. It makes you throw every bit of logic away, do stupid things, dangerous things.

Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush.

He tipped her head up. "Don't give up. Don't leave me before you're even here.

Pride goeth before the fall....but you've already fallen, haven't you?

Love makes you foolish. It makes you throw every bit of logic away, do stupid things, dangerous things.

It wasn't the tattoo that had changed her, had given her repossession of her body. It was her actions, her choices. It was finding the path when it looked like there weren't any paths to be found.

He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.