Melissa de la Cruz quotes:

Maybe she'd been drinking too much of the super-sweet Mexican Coca-Cola they had down here. Or maybe she was just tired, alone, and far from home. Because somewhere in the brittle, concrete center of Azrael's dark heart, something was melting.

Azrael...In a flash, they disappeared. The path, the gate, the demon, and the Silver Blood.Kingsley was gone. Trapped in Hell for eternity.Mimi collapsed to the ground, as if her heart had imploded in her chest.

Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties of thier meaning were parsed and analyzed by the female population to no end. Mimi had always understood it thus:white for love, yellow for friendship, red for passion, and pink for a secret crush.

I was always a sci-fi and fantasy geek. I was in the 'Lord of the Rings' club and all my cool friends made fun of me.

Do not cry for me, Azrael. Do not waste your tears. You made your decision. And this is mine. Sacrifice seems to be my destiny. A funny thing for a selfish man, isn't it? They always called me weak back then...

Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.

This is not some silly game...This is life and death Angels and demons.

Tonight the world is yours, as am I.

I know you. I know this isn't you. And even if it is, I still love you. As much as I always have. You will always be mine. I will always love you, I promised you that when you left, and it's true now.

I still love you. I will always love you, and that is all that matters. I will forgive you anything, and I will forgive you this.

Kingsley did the same, except he also removed his T-shirt, showing off his broad chest, tan and smooth. When had Kingsley had time to work on his tan? Mimi wondered.

you're the liar" - Mimi Force

I always thought of vampires, especially the young-adult ones, as a metaphor for sex - sucking blood, forbidden, taboo. I think they just ooze sex. Vampires are all the big themes in life in one attractive, bloodsucking package.

This is college?' Schyler asked. 'or Downton Abbey?

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. "See you there tonight," Oliver had written. "Chomp! Chomp!

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

I am not sorry for a moment . It was worth every moment, every second we were together. I would not change it for an immortal lifetime

You have punished me long enough, you have punished yourself long enough. Return to me. I beg.

Mimi collapsed to the ground, as if her heart had imploded in her chest.

Just because I worked in fashion doesn't mean I didn't go to see 'Underworld' three times!

It was so nice just to live in the moment, to enjoy holding him so closely, to pretend for a little while that they were merely two young people in love and nothing else.

As an author you hope your characters have sparks but truly in the end they have minds of their own!

A mind is like a puzzle; you must unlock it to read its hidden secrets.

I'm so sorry for loving you, I'm so sorry.... But it was such a wonderful dream, my love, such a wonderful dream.

The rose fell into his lap, and he looked up, startled. Mimi grinned. "Hey handsom" Mimi sent. "What's up?" Jack replied, without speaking. "Just thinking of you." Jack's smile deepened, and he threw the rose back at her so that it landed in her lap. Mimi tucked it behind her ear and fluttered her eyelashes appreciatively.

The Code of the Vampires decreed that anyone who violated the Sacred Law was condemned to death, the blood burning. Charles had refused to subject Allegra to the sentence. But Mimi was a different matter. Mimi walked out of the church, knowing that if she ever saw Jack again, she would have to kill him.

Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.

It's always good to be underestimated.

Dark books do appeal to kids because they have nice, sheltered lives - and they also appeal to children who are going through pretty hard times themselves."

You cannot let the darkness overcome the light.

Instead of fearing the future, I should live and enjoy the present, she told herself.

You may be to call up the entire encyclopedia, but a brain with no heart and no reasoning .. well, nothing is more meaningless.

No one's happy here, you know that. But I am content, and maybe that's enough for me.

It was the truth, and like any truth, it was powerful.

Schuyler knew that one day it would come to this. That she would have to lose one to have the other one. That this game would have consequences.

Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?

Kingsley nodded. 'Of course. Sophia always did say wisdom had to be earned.

Dark books do appeal to kids because they have nice, sheltered lives - and they also appeal to children who are going through pretty hard times themselves.

He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.

Oliver liked to play the part of disaffected youth, but he liked shopping in SoHo even more.

Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.

Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

It didn't help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn't. She was just quiet.

The more things change, the more they stay different.

A picture is worth a thousand texts.

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

We all want to live forever, but we don't want to suck blood to do it, right? I think people like to have these deep moral questions that don't come up in real life.

Being an adult comes with a whole new set of issues.

A bad boy can be very good for a girl.

A brain with no heart and no reasoning ... well, nothing is more meaningless.

A promise, a bond, a joy, a love for the ages, for the history books."¦But what was love but pain?

Almost halfway down the aisle, she saw someone she wasn't expecting, and she almost stumbled on her satin heels. Kingsley Martin stood at the end of a pew, his arms crossed. He was wearing a tuxedo as well. Just like any other guest. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be in Paris! He was supposed to be gone! He looked directly at Mimi. She heard his voice loud and clear in her head. Leave him. Why should I? What do you promise me? Nothing. And everything. A life of danger and adventure. A chance to be yourself. Leave him. Come with me.

And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.

Bonds are like rules, they're meant to be broken.

Bonds are made to be broken," he said. "Just like rules.

But there's always a first time for everything

Even if they end up together, which I highly doubt, given the strength of that particular bond-...-but even if Schuyler still loves him, or thinks she does, it doesn't matter. Because Jack is going to leave her one day. i know he will. He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.

Evil was seductive and easy, and virtue was difficult and unappreciated.

Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.

He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

HE was standing across the street, staring at her with a look of shock and dismay. One look in Oliver's eyes and she knew he knew. But how? How could he have known? The'd been so careful to keep their love a secret. The grief etched all over his face was too much to bear. Schuyler felt the words catch in her throat as she crossed the stree to stand in front of him. "Ollie...it's not..." Oliver shot her a look of pure hatred, turned on his heel and began to run away. "OLIVER, please,let me explain..

He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her.

He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.

I don't want to make the same mistakes I've made before. I want to be free. I want to be with you. We will be together. I believe I will have less to live for, if I am not with you.

I don't need anything to get high. I'm high on life.

I don't trust an organization that would make policy out of fear.

I have never given this ring, my soul, to anyone. Azrael has never had any part of this. This is the only part of myself that is truly mine, and now it is yours." "?Jack Force

I haven't paid for anything since I became famous.

I love her because she has become something more to me. She become my life.

If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another's well-being is more important than one's own.

If someone says " I love you " it would be foolish to say " I love you too " So you say " I knoe " tht is trulie wht love is. <3

If you think we'll get in, we'll get in. It's all about confidence, trust me.

I'm tired of being your best friend. I'm tired of being second best. I won't settle for that anymore. It's all or nothing, Schuyler. You have to decide. Him or me. - Oliver Hazzard-Perry

I'm up for it. Whatever it is. As long as it means I'll always be with you.

It is good to be busy. Being busy takes our mind off being in love at the wrong time, in the wrong place and with the wrong guy.

It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.

It's said a friend is a person who walks in when everyone else walks out.

Jack Force was more than she had ever dared wish for, and he was better than a dream or a fantasy because he was real. He was far from perfect, moody and distant at times, and burdened with sharp temper and an impulsiveness that was part of his dark nature. But she felt more love for him than she thought possible. He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her. (Schuyler Van Alen)

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

Kingsley, ever the joker, had his Venator mark tattooed near his unmentionables

Looking for Narnia? You're in the wrong universe

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.

No one was ever good enough for anybody's precious sons. No one ever called daughters precious, and why was that? Things had not changed very much. In the end women like Emily and Ingrid and Freya and Joanna only had one another to lean on. The men were wonderful when they were around, but their fires burned too bright, they lived too close to the sun - look what happened to her boy, and to her man. Gone. Women only had one another in the end.

Not that they were there to have fun"?although with Kingsley Martin around, fun was never far from the agenda.

Once you start telling people you're famous, they believe you.

One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.

One should not seek those who do not wish to be found.

Popularity was fickle and elusive, like trying to catch fireflies in a jar. You were either born with it or relegated to wallflower status according to your mysterious and unknowable workings of the universe.

Remember all fairy tales end at some point.

School was more than academics; an education prepared you for the humdrum of real life: working with others, tempering one's personality to assimilate with the group but without losing your individual identity, understading the factors of logic, reasoning, and debate. For a person - vampire or human - to succeed in the world, unlocking the mysteries of the universe was insufficient. One would also need to grasp the mysteries of human nature.

Schuyler put a gentle hand on Abbadon's feathered extensions, feeling the majestic power underneath their silky weight. She had been frightened once, to see him in this light, but now that she saw his terrifying face, she found it beautiful.

She can't let him go not telling him what she was about to do. Kingsley...I can't do this. I'm coming with you.

She nodded... and was about to turn away. Then, as if she thought better of it, she reached out and grabbed his arm. "Jack." "Yes?" "I. . ." she faltered. She knew what she wanted to tell him, but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. It turned out she didn't have to. Jack put a hand to his heart and nodded. "I feel the same way about you.

sometimes, when the sun shines, it scorches.

Stop your doubting, my love. I knew you would find me. ~Jack

Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

That was the thing about pictures--they were worth a thousand words, but sometimes they weren't the right ones.

They did it for love, and sometimes love makes us do the irrational .. even the inexcusable.

Time did not mean anything to those who had too much of it, but it was even more precious once it was limited.

Trust me to return to you." "I will wait forever. however long it takes.

we laughed until we had to cry, we loved until we said goodbye.

When she reached the shallow end, Kingsley held out his hand and pulled her up, but she lost her step and fell into his arms, her body crushing momentarily against his.

When their lips met, and their tongues touched, it was like they were kissing in a hundred different places, and her senses were flooded with new sensations and old memoires. He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

White for light. White for love. White for forever.

You are healed." Allegra nodded. "You are no longer a Silver Blood." She paused. "But you are no longer a vampire either." Bliss started. No longer a vampire-but what did that mean? Did it mean she was just human?

You cannot be with someone just because you don't want to hurt him. You have your own happiness to think about.

You made a sacrifice. And heaven rewarded you.

You're late," she said, tapping her watch. "No, you're just early.

You've got to stop thinking everyone's problems can be solved by falling in love.

Dude you scare me sometimes! You're all vampire superwoman

The world in your mind is as real as the world outside of it.