You can't," I murmured, swallowing the tears back with great effort. "You can't keep saving me, can't keep trying to. It's too late." "No," he said. His heart was in his eyes, and it was ripping mine apart. "Not for… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I would not cry. I do not cry. How bitter do you risk becoming by swallowing too many tears? — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
