“I have looked high.” Her voice was an urgent whisper. “And I have fallen farther than you can imagine. So don’t you lecture me. All I want is to pretend that this is enough—that I can be satisfied by the scraps that remain to me. ”

Look up? Her father hadn’t just told her to look up. He’d taught her to fly. And then, when she’d reached the top of the world, he’d ripped her from the sky.

“Arousal makes me stupid. It makes me say idiotic things like ‘I like your tits’ and, ‘Help, we’ve had a paste emergency over here.’ It makes me want to stay around you even though I know I’m overmatched, even though I’m sure you’re going to win.”

All you can do is open your heart and trust the one you love will be there for you. It could be your mom, your dad, your friend…or maybe a person only you can see.

"No, don't be. I realize what was wrong with my life because of you. I wasn't living. I was just existing. Every day was the same for me, but because of you I see life in a different way. It's like I can finally breathe. James, you are my breath of fresh air."

“…You pretty much bullied your way into me, Gabriel, and I can’t seem to get you out now. And even though it’s more difficult than I thought it would be to put how I feel into words now that you’re in front of me, I will honestly say your unexpected presence in my life has changed . . . everything.”

She’d just saved hundreds of lives—and drastically shortened hundreds more. Including their own.

“Fuck, Jess, what do you want from me? I stole you. At what point did I go from being the enemy to fucking Prince Charming?”

I think back to when I first looked at him. Somewhat like an angel all wrapped in black. To look at, he’s absolutely breathtaking. The kind of breathtaking that not only steals your breath but causes your entire body to stop working.

I stare at him, in complete awe. It’s hard not to when someone is as beautiful as he is.

His eyes, though beautiful, hold a whole lot of pain.

Now he’s nearly smiling at me. God. So beautiful.

His beautiful eyes scan my face.

My skin looks so pale next to his beautifully bronzed skin.

His lips are wet and so beautifully red.

He has his back to me, and he’s completely, beautifully naked.

But he’s also beautiful, loving, and kind.

God, he’s beautiful.

To save the girl he loved, he’d have to endanger the entire human race.

“You were like this delightful, spritely, incandescent thing capable of lighting up the whole world. I was a moth to your flame, Abby. Surely you knew that.”

“Give us the woman and no one has to die!”
Alrighty then. Sure. And where had she heard that before? Oh, yes. It was a line in every B- rate thriller movie. The kind where everyone— or nearly everyone—ended up dead by the closing credits, regardless of any promises made by the villain.
“The only one who’ll be dying here, pendejo,” Carlos called back, “is you and any rat- faced fucker you brought with you!”

"It shouldn't be this damned difficult to seduce his own wife."

"The man who fell in love with you wants to fight for us, not for selfish reasons, but for you. If you’ll give me another chance, if you understand sometimes I’m an idiot and slap me upside the head, I will fight to be worthy of you."

“You’re the best thing I’ve ever waited for.”