Love forces a person to choose. You do things you never imagined you could do before.
Love and blood. They both possess a mighty power.
It’s a fact of life. People we love leave us. Unless you chain them to a radiator, which for some reason is illegal.
It’s not every day that you get to save the man who’s marrying the woman you love.[to James]
It’s not a job if you love what you do.
It’s hard when you love someone. You see the person that they were, the person they could still become. You close your eyes to the truth.
It’s good to get a little distance from something you love.
It’s better to have loved and lost, surely, but try not to lose it at all.
It’s always changing, who we’re supposed to love and who we’re not. The only thing that stays the same is that we want who we want.
It’s a war, baby, this life. The things we endure. You said you saw the future, and it’s an apocalypse. Who survives that, the lovers or the fighters? They sell us this lie that love’s gonna save us. All it does is make us stupid and weak.[to David]
It’s a curious thing, the death of a loved one. It’s like climbing the stairs to your room in the dark, thinking that there’s one more stair than there is. And your foot falls through the air, and there is a sickly feeling of dark surprise.
It takes a lot of character to hurt someone you love in order to do what’s right.
