Rachel Caine Quotes

Why would you want someone who is conflicted and doesn't know if they love you or not?

There’s a big difference between death threats and love letters–even if the person writing the death threats still claims to actually love you. Of course, considering I once tried to kill someone I loved, maybe I had no right to judge.

It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's even crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.

When you love someone, you don't want to hurt them, even if they deserve to be hurt. When you love someone, you want to hurt them, even when they don't deserve to be hurt.

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

To me, the best writing points to something literal or common but is also nuanced: The moment when somebody is telling you they love you while simultaneously disappointing you. Everybody's experienced that.

I love you girl...to the moon and back.

Are you crazy?" I said. "Crazy about you." "Patch!" "Don't worry, we've got time." "How do you know?" He staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. "Your lack of faith hurts.

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.

I love thee, and it is my love that speaks

The reason for the unreason with which you treat my reason , so weakens my reason that with reason I complain of your beauty.

I do love you. I mean, love has nothing to do with this.

I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Pills n potions.. We're overdosin.. I'm angry but I still love you

Fang, fang. I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much!

I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.

I loved feeling special. I hated feeling special.

What other thing, Eve?" "I love you. Sometimes it makes my stomach hurt, but I kind of like it. Tired now, come to bed. Love you.

"I'll be your family now," he says. "I love you," I say. He stares at me. I wait with my hands clutching his arms for stability as he considers his response. He frowns at me. "Say it again." "Tobias," I say, "I love you."

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

You couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate at least something. Indeed, perhaps you couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate almost everything.

I knew that I could hate him all I wanted for the way he was hurting me, but I couldn’t ever stop loving him, absolutely, for what he was.

I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly."I love you," the voice whispered back.

How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?

Though I love you like a brother, I would rather be your lover.