“Vel once told me that the heart isn't like a cup of water. You can't drain it. It's more like an endless… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it,… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
You can live without me." "I don't want to." I feared a love like this - that made us incomplete without each… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“I don't believe in love at all," he returns, equally quiet. "It's just a name people give the endorphins that spring up… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“That looked like love to me, when you put a brave face on your heart breaking because it was what the other… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click.… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“How do you measure love? Quantify it? It's not something you can put on a scale or pour into a beaker to… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“I didn't ask if he meant his rescue or the deal with Stalker that involved kissing. I couldn't resist pushing, just a… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“A bonfire was burning nearby, and love was Ty's hand around mine, warm and fast, binding us together.” — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“I feared a love like this—that made us incomplete without each other. It was beautiful but treacherous, like snow that looked white… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“Vel once told me that the heart isn't like a cup of water. You can't drain it. It's more like an endless well, and… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“When people stop writing down their stories, the soul the world is lost.” — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“My heart hurt when I remembered him, but the alternative was forgetting, and that was the final kind of death—when nobody told your story… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“He cocked his head, listening, then whispered to the big man, "We've got a group of four, incoming. Don't scare them off with your… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“These are the results of public security cams at work, recording routinely those who come and go. Apparently, it functions as a wondrous preventative… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
