#ale

I feel it in here," she said, placing her hand against her chest and then against her stomach, "and here. It’s like there’s not enough air or room inside me. That I may… burst out of my skin or drown in it, and that wouldn’t be a bad thing. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I always have… and will." She tipped her chin up and her entire face was a rosy color. "It’s you. I… I love you. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#alex #love

I suggest you keep your distance from her and concentrate on your own work.” “I’m in love with her.” “I am sorry to hear that,” he says. “It will make the challenge a great deal more difficult for you.” “We have been playing at this for more than a decade, when does it end?” “It ends when there is a victor. ↗

— Erin Morgenstern

#man-in-the-grey-suit #marco #love

I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#bromance #love #magnus-bane #the-mortal-instruments #unrequited-love

He said there are thousands of Shadowhunters, but great love comes once in a lifetime if one is lucky, and one would be a fool to let it go. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#on-the-bridge #will-herondale #love

Kami'd always retold her fairy tales to make the fair maidens braver and more self-sufficient, but she had never had any real objection to the handsome prince. ↗

— Sarah Rees Brennan

#love #love

For me," he said. It came out as a cross between a choked growl and a whimpher. It was shocked, and it was possessive. Full of pain, and laced with joy. "You were made for me. ↗

— Jus Accardo

#love #love

He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #love

Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will's voice as he read. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #tenderness #tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

To love is to destroy. To be loved is to be the destroyed. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #love