Or maybe I had known him or maybe there's something that happens between some people at a level that goes beyond time measurements and what society thinks is proper.

Dypt under jorden går strømmer av mørkt vann.
Dypt i menneskenes sjeler går mektige strømmer av lengsel og savn, av kjærlighet og hat og fortvilelse.
Ingen kjenner jordens skjulte vann. Ingen kan lese et menneskes ensomme tanker.
Og likevel er de der. Dypt, dypt i det skjulte.

Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours.

When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?

Angry people are not always wise.

I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book!

There are no rules that can bind you when you find your other half.

Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. ...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason, for anything.

I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.

Die Dorkamese Twins.

Teknisk sett er en gjennkjennelse enkel å forklare. To par alveøyne mætes og den enes sjel møtes den andres. Sjelenavn utveksles i løpet av få sekunder, og gjennkjennelsen er et faktum. To alver som gjennkjenner deler absolutt alt.

De kjærlige røstene... Familien tett rundt seg... Synet av de storøyde, ivrige fjesene... Mismotet fra den farefulle ferden løser seg opp i en lykkelig latter.

kjærtegn og lukt taler et tydeligere farvel enn noe sending kunne gjøre. Nattens vokter vet ikke at han kanskje aldri vil se alvevennen sin igjen, for hans tanker går aldri lenger enn dagens behov. Den gamle ulven vet bare at han er trett og at skogen ved inviterer ham til hvile i sitt kjølige og skyggefulle dyp.

Skarpegg stiger hurtig i sadelen og rir raskt vekk. Han vet at bare et blikk tilbake vil være nok til at han hadde gitt opp det hele.

Å, du din stjernekikkertomsing!

Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right – no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You must answer the call and pick your way. And there is no reverse.

Arme barn! Hjertet taler ikke alltid tydelig! Hun trenger tid. Hvis hennes hjerte har rom for dem begge. Da må PRØVEN avgjøre for henne.

I liked you, cop. From the moment I met you. No… not the first moment. I wanted to kill you when I first met you. But then I liked you. A lot.

And a weird, magical thing happened to me. I wasn't just a kid anymore when I kissed him back. I was a woman, mature and powerful, and I knew what I wanted and how to get it, too.

Du ser ut som du har svelgtet en munnfull grønne drømmebær!