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“There is no pretending",Jace said with absolute clarity."I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then."
She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“That sounds terrific, thought Cary, just you, your comatose wife your shell-shocked son, and your daughter who hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect family reunion.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Do people always fall in love with things they can't have?'

'Always,' Carol said, smiling, too.”
― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

“Jace looked as if she had slapped him. "Why are you determined not to believe us?"
"Because she loves you," said Valentine.
Clary felt the blood drain out of her face.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“He can touch your soul. And there is a difference between having your heart break and having your soul shatter.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. And I shouldn’t want you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“If he touched her, he couldn't talk to her, if he loved her he couldn't leave, if he spoke he couldn't listen, if he fought he couldn't win.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud: I love you; I love you and I don’t care that you’re my sister; don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.
I don’t know how to be without you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“And what do you know of love?"
"That it must be a choice."
"Oh, my naive thief. " I pause briefly to meet his gaze. "Love is rarely a choice.”
― Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish

“Helen was lost and isolated, unable to participate with the rest of
the group. She was outside the circle with no sense of any connection
to a Creator, and no concept of what unconditional love might feel
like. If any type of God had indeed created her, then that Deity had
made a mistake too cruel to forgive.”
― Candace L. Talmadge, Stoneslayer: Book One Scandal

“She remembered how her heart, so tight, like a scroll, had opened when Arin kissed her.
It had unfurled.
If her heart were truly a scroll, she could burn it.
It would become a tunnel of flame, a handful of ash.
The secrets she had written inside herself would be gone. No one would know”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Curse

“Because that was the problem with society. It cared too much about who you fell in love with but never about why. The why matters.”
― L.J. Shen, Defy

“I'm falling in love with you." As the words left his mouth, his lips pressed to mine, giving me the most intense and explosive kiss I had ever had. With the coldness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue beneath mine I saw fireworks and felt them through every part of my body.”
― Magan Vernon, How to Date an Alien

“He embraced me, and said into my ear, 'I'm going to fuck the shit out of you.'
I lost my breath.
It was crude, it was unexpected, and it set me on fucking fire.”
― Leah Raeder, Unteachable

“It was terrifying to love someone who was forbidden to you. Terrifying to feel something you could never speak of, something that was horrible to almost everyone you knew, something that could destroy your life.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“We were doomed from the start. A lost cause. A losing battle. And yet, in that narrow instant, I didn't give a single fuck.”
― Julie Johnson, Erasing Faith

“Her skin smells of vintage books and pale moonlight, exotic things, forbidden loves and rainy nights.”
― Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy

“If you think you can stand looking and not touching for eight months, you're welcome to try."
"Try' being the operative word," he said, sighing. "No, I can't. And I don't want to try.”
― Leah Raeder, Unteachable

“The door knocker's a knocking fist, or it's meant to be, but it makes him think of a punch in the gob.”
― Lesley Glaister, A Particular Man

“I take you, Juliette Cai," Roma whispered in concentration, "to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, until..." He looked up as he finished the knot. Paused. When he spoke again, he did not look away. "No, scratch that. To have and to hold, where even death cannot part us. In this life and the next, for however long our souls remain, mine will always find yours. Those are my vows to you.”
― Chloe Gong, Our Violent Ends

“Merrill Hartweiss scales a rocky incline toward Renna. The noon sun bakes the hillside as Merrill's boots dig into the broiling sands. Yet another gypsy tune enters his head. It starts off slowly. A lone guitar, its strings strummed with the lustful passion of a young man brushing his fingertips softly against the breasts of his lover. Another guitar joins, like a second hand, exploring her hot flesh, stroking the side of her bare abdomen, and gradually moving upward toward her chest. Then, a female voice joins the guitars; it is slightly raspy, yet sultry; filled with a fiery allure. The guitars pick up in intensity and tempo. There is a rhythmic clapping now, in synchronization with the strumming. The man has entered his lover.

Sweat begins to form on Merrill's forehead, then quickly turns to vapor, dissipating into the blistering heat from the sunlight reflecting off the sands. Steady clapping, louder still. The tempo quickens, progressively and with a vigorous intensity. The man arches his back, cresting then falling; cresting, arching, rising and falling deeper again and again into his lover. The clapping, now faster, still rhythmic, but so much more intense. The guitars keep pace with increasing ferocity. In the woman's voice, short, quick breaths form words as she cries out her lover's name from deep within the throes of a forbidden love”
― Angel Rosa

“A Faery Song

Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania, in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.

We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men.
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then:

Us who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told.”
― W.B. Yeats, The Rose

“These violent delights have violent ends," Juliette whispered to herself. She titled her head up to the clouds, to the light sea breeze blowing in from the Bund and stinging her nose with salt. "You have always known this.”
― Chloe Gong, Our Violent Ends

“Do you want the truth? The truth is, I would fck you right here and now.
Right on this fuking table, but can't!”
― Lana Mikel

“He was a fcking Mafia Don, and he couldn't even take the woman he wanted?”
― Lana Mikel, Temporary Truce

“No, it's not just sex. It's a wild, animalistic desire. All I think about lately when I see you is how badly I want to rip your clothes off. I've never felt that before. But I'm a human being, not an animal. I can handle it.
And I must because if I give in to my desires, I'll have to deal with the consequences of stupid actions.”
― Lana Mikel, Temporary Truce

“He was still standing there, looking after me, a shadow except for his white shirtfront and pale head, a stray moonbeam hitting and lighting his golden hair. “I love you, I thought, although I didn’t speak the words. You’re beautiful and I’ll love you forever.”
― Margot Abbott, The Last Innocent Hour

“A kiss is powerful. A kiss is sacred. A kiss blurs the boundary, drawing us into a complex abyss of entanglement. It is a boundary we should not cross.”
― S.L. Vela, The Witch's Arcana

“If I had on Pryer, it's that if I can't have you in this life, I will get you in the next.”
― L.A. Ferro, Salt

“I just gave her a property jacket like the crazy f*cker that I am, anxious she wouldn’t take it or wouldn’t understand the meaning of it. But f*ck, she surprised me once again when her fingers followed the shapes of the sewn letters, watching it like I had gave her the f*ckinâ€� moon.

She held my gaze long enough so that I knew she accepted it. That she wouldn’t just wear it like any garment.

She gave me a I’m your woman now look, and f*ck, it almost gave me a heart attack.”
― Cassie Kellergan