My point is that love is the most powerful motivator in the world. It spurs mortals to greatness. Their noblest bravest acts are done for love.

Vladimir did great thingsso could she. Besides they come first rightNot always.I stared. Id had they come first drilled into me since I was a child. It was what all guardians believed. Only the dhampirs whod run away from their duty didnt subscribe to that. What he said was almost like treason.Sometimes Rose you have to know when to put yourself first.

And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw may you not rest as long as I am living You said I killed you--haunt me then...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad only do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you

I know Im not supposed to say this but I love you.

She was bendable light she shone around every corner of my day.

The whole world is divided for me into two parts one is she and there is all happiness hope light the other is where she is not and there is dejection and darkness...

Its risky falling in love.I know that I answered. Ive been in love before. Its like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. Youre not addicted yet but you like the sensation and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes and forget them for three hours.But then you get used to that person and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If hes not there you feel like an addict who cant get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need youre willing to do anything for love.What a horrible way to put it he said.

Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch or you might simply get covered in sap and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors where it is harder to get a splinter.

We are born to love as we are born to die and between the heartbeats of those two great mysteries lies all the tangled undergrowth of our tiny lives. There is nowhere to go but through. And so we walk on lost and lost again in the mapless wilderness of love.

Thats the nature of being a parent Sabine has discovered. Youll love your children far more than you ever loved your parents and -- in the recognition that your own children cannot fathom the depth of your love -- you come to understand the tragic unrequited love of your own parents.