starcrossed-lovers

Sometimes fate is what you make it, and I'm making my life with you.

But this kiss? It's ruined me. This is the type of kiss I never knew existed. It's like falling and flying, all in the same moment.

Dear Matthew-There's one more thing I didn't get to tell you that night in my bedroom. Here it is: I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time. This might seem like a strange thing for me to say given the fact we aren't speaking to each other. But I've decided that it's possible to love someone for entirely selfless reasons, for all of their flaws and weaknesses, and still not succeed in having them love you back. It's sad perhaps, but not tragic, unless you dwell forever in the pursuit of their elusive affections.

She had seen just now what she had only sensed before, that the whole world was ready to be their enemy, and suddenly what she and Carol had together seemed no longer love or anything happy but a monster between them, with each of them caught in a fist.

Nothing is as deadly as the love of a powerful man.

In this world, those who have fallen in love cannot make clear judgements.

Do people always fall in love with things they can't have?''Always,' Carol said, smiling, too.

Oh yes, it's very tragic. Why does everyone always like love stories? What about absence-of-love stories? Aren't they much more common?

She was limp and pathetic and woozy and I loved her, I realised, even more because I knew how completely it was doomed.

Marry me, Rachel.''Not yet.''Tomorrow, Rachel. Marry me.''Maybe tomorrow.''There is no common blood between us. Say it,' pleads Zachariah.'There is no common blood between us,' murmurs Rachel.'I am not your brother.''I know.'He traces her face with his swollen fingers, across the brow bones and down the zygomatics, and along the jaw from earlobe to chin, sweeping away the brine as he goes.'I am your Wolff,' he says.'And I am your Wolff,' she replies.Let the day begin.

Avalon is full of desperate people._ She bites at her lower lip this time, fumbling her hands, knitting her fingers into the bundle of plastic coin bags in her grasp. __re you implying that I__ desperate?_ I say, one eyebrow tilting.__ou don__ need to be desperate_ you can have anyone... I_ she trails off. Looking up and trying to search the line of shops for the bank. I repulse her, I make her want to run. Why is this so hard? I need to get inside of her, I need to know what she is thinking, what she is wanting.It surely isn__ me she wants. Not to the extent that I_ want her.__ou?_ I entice her to finish her sentence but she doesn__, she stares off into the bustling crowds, memory flashing her eyes with a darkness.__adi wouldn__ fumble like this.__h, she would fumble, but not in the way you are, Elli.__ou__e not her, Elli._ I entice her again, trying to force the dark memory, the sadness from her.__o, if I was, you wouldn__ have wanted anyone else.__ breath hitches in her throat, she puts a hand over her mouth and says something else, her cheeks dance a shade of red that brightens and brightens until she apologises and quickens her pace. I chuckle, pulling at her arm and encircling one around her waist, pulling her back to me. Beneath my touch, her body trembles. When I raise my hand, my palm touching her cheek, I am sure she isn__ breathing.__ don__ want anyone, Elli._ My eyes burn, consuming her with my gaze. She is like a frightful deer, struggling beneath me with a gaze that cannot quite meet mine. When she does, it is only for a brief second before falling down and all I see is the gentle flutter of her raven flashes.__ told you. I want someone I cannot have.___hat is a really harsh way of telling someone you__e not interested.

And why love things you were destined to lose? Why let yourself feel things if the feelings were doomed to die?