Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Being a successful couple was learning what you were willing to compromise on, and what you weren't; learning when to stand your… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Fear will bind you closer than love, or hate, and it works a hell of a lot quicker. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Love mattered, in the end. A house without love would always fall, maybe not today or tomorrow, but in the end without… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“You make everything all right for me, Anita. You make me feel like a human being instead of a monster.’ 'And you… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it's not the light in a person you fall in love with, but the dark. Sometimes it's not the optimist you… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“If you love someone your freedom is curtailed, if you love someone you give up much of your privacy, if you love… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I will love you always. When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
She should have remembered that people have given everything they own, everything they are, to be taken care of, and to have… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
If you think love makes you happy, you've either never been in love, or never been in love long enough to have… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I have to clean up first. I’m still all sweaty and stuff from the crime scene.” I realized he was wearing a… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Love, whether it's friendship or more, is like a cup. It fills up drop by drop, until one last drop and the… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Sometimes love isn’t about being smart. Sometimes it’s about being stupid together. I hated those moments, but I’d grown to understand that… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That's… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I watched her fade, but I loved her always. Because it was her love that made me real, Merry. Not faerie, not… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them.… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe it's not love at all. But if it's not… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Edward: I don't know whether to put my fingers in my ears and go la-la-la or find more of your guards so we can… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
If you’re alive, don’t move, if you’re dead, don’t worry about it. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Money doesn't spend in hell.... The devil deals in a different coin. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I slowed, just a little, one to save energy, and one to let Russell catch up sooner. I took a big breath and prepared.… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“It wasn't just my beast's hunger, but Jean-Claude's blood thirst and Richard's craving for flesh. It was all that and the ardeur running through… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Just another day in my life. This was one of those days when I thought that maybe a new life, a different life, wouldn't… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“What is that old children’s rhyme, ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me’? Anyone who says that doesn’t… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
...you don't need ghosts to be haunted. Memory does that just fine without any supernatural help at all. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I hated missing the end of anything. I was always convinced that the bit I'd miss would be the best part. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
