You know I'd have crawled over broken glass to marry you, had the circumstances been different.

"I didn't know it until now, but 'tis truth. I love him. If he cares for me as you have said, as his own mother has said, then he will marry me."

"No one can call them humans because that would mean giving them an identity. They call them product, or meat, or food.”

“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

"How are you? The three most useless words in the universe of communication. Nobody who asks that question wants to know the answer. And nobody who answers ever tells the truth."

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

“We don’t know how much our bodies can endure until we make cruel demands of them.”

"Remember, love that doesn't include honesty doesn't deserve to be called love."

“Your father thought he scored a victory over me when he tricked me into marrying you instead of one of your sisters, but he unwittingly gave me the one daughter I wanted most.”

I want you. I want you as much as I loathe you—so much, it feels like I can’t breathe.” His parted lips dragged across my cheek, his whisper scathing near my ear. “Give me back my fucking breath."

I am cursed with a terminal case of curiosity," he said. "I am jealous, selfish, acquisitive, territorial and possessive. I have a terrible temper, and I know I can be a cruel son of a bitch." He cocked his head. "I used to eat people, you know.

Trusting a man with your heart is the fastest road to devastation.

As God is my witness, you will rue this day. You may get the wealth you hunger for, but I will never give myself to you freely.

"But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said."

"People are often irrational. They make stupid decisions for the sake of unquestioned beliefs, particularly where religion is concerned."

“You are so innocent, Alyssa. You know not what ’tis like to love one who cannot love you in return. What ’tis like to love one who will never be free to love you in return. The pain that accompanies the pleasure of being in his presence every day. You know not the misery that awaits you when you inevitably watch the one you covet turn to another.”