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“When someone comes around at that dreary moment, when all hope was lost, and thorns emerged. And that fellow, walks on that thorn just to cross to your side, to bear the pains for your sake, to bleed, to self-destroy himself, just to protect you. He places you above his priorities, and doesn't give a damn whatsoever taunt he receives, his foremost desire is to make sure you are save, feel loved and cared for, and that's the true definition of love.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, The Infinity Sign

“Keeping the door that leads to your heart ajar is destructive as univited guests would move in and trample on your feelings, leaving you in great pains, but closing it always is a sure way to spot out the destructive and innovative guests.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“People's hearts are opened when they speak freely.”
― Henry Hon, ONE: Unfolding God's Eternal Purpose from House to House

“By the time she had finished unburdening herself, someone had turned off the moon”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“When bodies talk, a hand brushing across a face declares love the tongue never speaks. When bodies talk, eyes make promises and lips keep them in the silent transfer of vows of the heart.
When bodies talk, a steady stare and firm glance becomes a rod of correction.
When bodies talk, they speak to us all in quiet whispers, heart-to-heart, and soul-to-soul, in soundless conversations.”
― Stella Payton

“There are two types of relationships. One is needs based and the other is love based. If you want to be fulfilled and joyful then keep those who have pure love in their hearts.”
― Hina Hashmi, Your Life A Practical Guide to Happiness Peace and Fulfilment

“When you speak from the heart, you are not giving a speech, you are communicating.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“I have thought and thought since you were gone, and there is something I wish to say.' Cardan's face is serious, almost grave, in a way that he seldom allows himself to be. 'When my father sent me away, at first I tried to prove that I was nothing like he thought me. But when that didn't work, I tried to be exactly what he believed I was instead. If he thought I was bad, I would be worse. If he thought I was cruel, I would be horrifying. I would live down to his every expectation. If I couldn't have his favour, then I would have his wrath.

'Balekin did not know what to do with me. He made me attend his debauches, made me serve wine and food to show off his tame little prince. When I grew older and more ill-tempered, he grew to like having someone to discipline. His disappointments were my lashing, his insecurities my flaws. And yet, he was the first person who saw something in me he liked- himself. He encouraged all my cruelty, inflamed all my rage. And I got worse.

'I wasn't kind, Jude. Not to many people. Not to you. I wasn't sure if I wanted you or if I wanted you gone from my sight so that I would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone- truly gone beneath the waves- I hated myself as I never have before.'

I am so surprised by his words that I keep trying to find the tick in them. He can't truly mean what he's saying.

'Perhaps I am foolish, but I am not a fool. You like something about me,' he says, mischief lighting his face, making its planes more familiar. 'The challenge? My pretty eyes? No matter, because there is more you do not like and I know it. I can't trust you. Still, when you were gone I had to make a great many decisions, and so much of what I did right was imagining you beside me, Jude, giving me a bunch of ridiculous orders I nonetheless obeyed.'

I am robbed of speech.

He laughs, his warm hand going to my shoulder. 'Either I've surprised you or you are as ill as Madoc claimed.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“He talked about you,' Tiernan says.

I feel like an animal after all, one that's been baited in its den. I both dread and desire him to keep talking. 'What did he say?'

'That you didn't like him.' He gives me an evaluating look. 'I thought maybe you'd had a falling-out when you were younger. But I think you do like him. You just don't want him to know it.'

The truth of that hurts. I grind my sharp teeth together.

'The prince is a flatterer. And a charmer. And a wormer around things,' Tiernan informs me, entirely unnecessarily. 'That makes it harder for him to be believed when he has something sincere to say. But no one would ever accuse me of being a flatterer...”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Let's be honest-we're a pretty intense bunch, yeah? Osten laughed, and Kaden's expression brightend. "But whatever we put her through, it was welcome. She'd rather have forced me to learn penmanship than never have had a daughter. She'd rather have been your living encyclopedia than not connect with us. She'd rather have begged you to sit still than have had only three children. None of this is because of us," I promised.”
― Kiera Cass, The Crown

“Nesta scanned the shelves while we walked, and I read the titles- a bit more slowly, still needing a little time to process what was instinct for my sister.

'I didn't know you couldn't really read,' Nesta said as she paused before a nondescript section, noticing the way I silently sounded out the words of a title. 'I didn't know where you were in your lessons- when it all happened. I assumed you could read as easily as us.'

'Well, I couldn't.'

'Why didn't you ask us to teach you?'

I trailed a finger over the neat row of spines. 'Because I doubted you would agree to help.'

Nesta stiffened like I'd hit her, coldness blooming in those eyes. She tugged a book from a shelf. 'Amren said Rhysand taught you to read.'

My cheeks heated. 'He did.' And there, deep beneath the world, with only darkness for company, I asked, 'Why do you push everyone away but Elain?' Why have you always pushed me away?

Some emotion guttered in her eyes. Her throat bobbed. Nesta shut her eyes for a moment, breathing in sharply. 'Because-'

The words stopped.

I felt it at the same moment she did.

The ripple and tremor. Like... like some piece of the world shifted, like some off-kilter chord had been plucked.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I have no interest in explaining to Rhys and Feyre why you died on my watch. And even less interest in explaining it to Nesta.'

Cassian stared toward the castle. 'You think she's alive?' The question haunted him with every breath these last few days.

'You'd know if she'd died,' Azriel said, pausing his work and looking up at Cassian. He tapped his brother's chest with a scarred hand. 'Right here- you'd know, Cass.'

'There are plenty of other unspeakable things that could be happening to her,' Cassian said, voice thickening. 'To Emerie and Gwyn.'

The shadows deepened around Azriel, his Siphons gleaming like cobalt fire. 'You- we- trained them well, Cassian. Trust in that. It's all we can do.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Tim had seen a documentary once about how certain carnivorous plants lure in food with tiny, fine, hair-like cilia, which wave and wave and gradually draw the speck of food—or fly as the case might be—down into their gullet. Talking to Lily Beaufort was like that. Her eyes were like information vacuums and her sympathetic little murmurs were like the tiny waving cilia hairs drawing out his life story with seductive ease.

And maybe Tim had been in need of someone to talk to, because he could not shut up.”
― Eli Easton, How to Howl at the Moon

“Finishing her cigarette, Raven put it out in the ashtray then sighed. “I never really bought into the God thing. Religion felt like a lie men told to make people listen to them. Mostly, it seemed dumb to think a magic man in the sky cared about us. Like if I was a magic man and could make the earth or whatever, I wouldn’t waste time on helping out losers.â€�
Raven set the ashtray on the ground and crossed her arms as if cold. “I see what Lark has now with you, this house, the ugly dogs, her friends, and now the baby. It makes me think God might exist. While losers run in our family, Lark could be more if she let herself. Now she has more and I think God might have helped her out. I prayed someone would. Even not believing, I prayed and told God if He was real and wanted me to believe that He needed to help Lark. I guess He heard me because she’s happy like I’ve never seen her happy before. Not even when Phoenix was alive and we were the best we ever were as a family.�
“I’m glad you’re here and you’re welcome to stay as long as you want, but, Raven, my dogs aren’t ugly.�
She laughed and tapped her foot against mine. “You’re a good guy. I know I said that before, but I didn’t think you would be. I’ve been around and good guys are rare.�
“They exist though.�
Raven nodded. “I need to quit men the way I need to quit smoking. Just go cold turkey. If I try to be rational about it, I’ll fool myself into falling for another creep. No, just say enough is enough all that shit. Focus on other stuff like a job and roller derby and family.�
“If you ever get sick of living here, the Johanssons have an apartment that Cooper used to live in.�
“There are plenty of apartments in Ellsberg.�
“Yeah, but if you want to avoid loser men, those apartments won’t help. They’re full of assholes. College shitheads and lowlife fuckers. If you stay out there with the Johanssons, no man will bother you. You might even like Bailey. She’s an acquired taste, but a good friend if you can deal with her mouth.�
“Bossy bitches are my favorite,� Raven said, pulling her knees up to her chest.
“No hurry moving out though. Lark is feeling unsure about stuff and having you here makes her feel more centered. Like she’s combining her old life with her new one and it fits.�
“I just have one question, bud,� Raven said, standing up and ready to leave the cold evening. “Are you planning to fix her damn worm?�
“I don’t normally tattoo pregnant women.�
“You really going to have your kid born to a chick with a worm tattoo?�
Smiling at Raven, I nodded. “I don’t want to do anything to jinx the pregnancy. Since we’ve been together, Lark was hurt by Larry, got into a fight with my ex, and had to hide under the table during a bar brawl. I want the rest of her pregnancy to be as pain free as possible.�
“Sissy,� she said, grinning. “I’m really glad you aren’t an asshole. It was a pleasant surprise.�
“Glad you approve, but don’t mock my dogs again and stop barking at Pollack.�
“Fuck off,â€� she said over her shoulder while walking inside.”
― Bijou Hunter, Damaged and the Cobra

“Relationships based on selfish reasons will not give you love, fulfillment or inner-happiness.”
― Hina Hashmi, Your Life A Practical Guide to Happiness Peace and Fulfilment

“You know the laughter that proceeds from the heart by the way it sounds, and how it makes you feel.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“You are introducing chaos into my ordered world of cardiology. See this. This is your heart—a perfect pump.
It's not just a pump. The heart is life, the holder of the soul. the keeper of dreams and the place inside yourself where you talk to the angels.

-Cardiologist Angela Perkins getting schooled on the heart by medical student Michael Harper in High Risk”
― Carina Alyce, High Risk

“I have thought and thought since you were gone, and there is something I wish to say.' Cardan's face is serious, almost grave, in a way that he seldom allows himself to be. 'When my father sent me away, at first I tried to prove that I was nothing like he thought me. But when that didn't work, I tried to be exactly what he believed I was instead. If he thought I was bad, I would be worse. If he thought I was cruel, I would be horrifying. I would live down to his every expectation. If I couldn't have his favour, then I would have his wrath.

'Balekin did not know what to do with me. He made me attend his debauches, made me serve wine and food to show off his tame little prince. When I grew older and more ill-tempered, he grew to like having someone to discipline. His disappointments were my lashing, his insecurities my flaws. And yet, he was the first person who saw something in me he liked- himself. He encouraged all my cruelty, inflamed all my rage. And I got worse.

'I wasn't kind, Jude. Not to many people. Not to you. I wasn't sure if I wanted you or if I wanted you gone from my sight so that I would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone- truly gone beneath the waves- I hated myself as I never have before.'

I am so surprised by his words that I keep trying to find the trick in them. He can't truly mean what he's saying.

'Perhaps I am foolish, but I am not a fool. You like something about me,' he says, mischief lighting his face, making its planes more familiar. 'The challenge? My pretty eyes? No matter, because there is more you do not like and I know it. I can't trust you. Still, when you were gone I had to make a great many decisions, and so much of what I did right was imagining you beside me, Jude, giving me a bunch of ridiculous orders I nonetheless obeyed.'

I am robbed of speech.

He laughs, his warm hand going to my shoulder. 'Either I've surprised you or you are as ill as Madoc claimed.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“More people would open up about themselves if the kind in humankind meant humans were kind.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Stamerenophobia