Published on December 19th, 2017
He’s like a drug for you, Bella.
You can’t force love, I realized. It’s there or it isn’t. If it’s not there, you’ve got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you’ve got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.
The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I’d hoped to give you forever
I heard what you said. Iâm not the silly romantic you think. I donât want the heavens or the shooting stars. I donât want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I wantâ¦a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
They didnât agree on much. In fact, they didnât agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other ever day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, ‘So now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?’ I turn into him. ‘Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt.
Iâd said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.
Only a true best friend can protect you from your immortal enemies.
When love is not madness it is not love.
-Pedro CalderÃ³n de la Barca
True love is rare, and it’s the only thing that gives life real meaning.
I was smiling yesterday,I am smiling today and I will smile tomorrow.Simply because life is too short to cry for anything.
Say ‘provoking’ again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.
You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?
I knew, in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late: again, I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome.
“Okay,” he said. He took a breath. “What would you do, if you could do anything?”
I took a step toward him, closing the space between us. “This,” I said. And then I kissed him.
You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.
Peeta, how come I never know when you’re having a nightmare?â I say.
âI don’t know. I don’t think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,â he says.
âYou should wake me,â I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down.
âIt’s not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,â he says. âI’m okay once I realize you’re here.
Youâre dangerous,â he says.
âBecause you make me believe in the impossible
Iâve been fighting to be who I am all my life. Whatâs the point of being who I am, if I canât have the person who was worth all the fighting for?
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
Sometimes when I’m alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.