The man full of dark fell for the girl full of light

 “Don’t underestimate the allure of darkness. Even the purest hearts are drawn to it. Still, I’m sure it will all be fine.

You’ll never have to loath the darkest parts of yourself that care for me in spite of all I’ve done. I will be gone and you’ll be free. I just want you to be honest with me.

He's your first love. I intend to be your last. However long it takes.

Perhaps one day, in a year or even in a century, you’ll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer. You mark my words. Small-town boy, small-town life; it won’t be enough for you.

I’ve done more than enough. I’ve shown kindness, forgiveness, pity… because of you, Caroline. It was all for you.

So you’ve never felt the attraction that comes when someone who’s capable of doing terrible things for some reason cares only about you?” 

Klaus to Caroline - The Vampire Diaries

You have to learn to love

“The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in. Let it come in. We think we don’t deserve love, we think if we let it in we’ll become too soft. But a wise man named Levin said it right. He said, “Love is the only rational act.”

Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom

You make me strong

“And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.” 

City of Glass by Cassandra Clare 

Love attacks the reason

“The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I love her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.”

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

The only true unconditional love

“When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.” 

For one more day by Mitch Albom 

Every night I save you

 I'm a huge fan of Buffy since I was twelve, and Spike has always been my favorite character of the show.
Undoubtedly Spuffy is my favorite fictional couple.

  ''I do remember what I said. The promise... to protect her. If I'd done that... even if I didn't make it... you wouldn't have had to jump. But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but, after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again... I do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways... Every night I save you.''

Spike  'After Life' -- Buffy The Vampire Slayer

My wild heart bleeds with yours

“She used to place her pretty arms about my neck, draw me to her, and laying her cheek to mine, murmur with her lips near my ear, “Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die—die, sweetly die—into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of that cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.”
 And when she had spoken such a rhapsody, she would press me more closely in her trembling embrace, and her lips in soft kisses gently glow upon my cheek.''

Carmilla by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

You are my better self

“I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel. I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.”

 Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

I will love you every step of the way

“I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.

I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled.

I will love you until every fire is extinguised and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively.

I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.” 

Lemony Snicket

Always ϟ

''Harry: Why are you here, all of you?

Lily: We never left.''

In good times... and in bad times

 This is the story of Loki (impossible not to know who he is, thanks to Marvel) and his wife, Sigyn.  According to Norse myth, Loki, ussing his sagacity, killed Baldr (Odin's son). When the gods found out the truth, they took Loki's children, Váli and Nari/Narfi, and changed Váli into a wolf who rips apart his brother. His guts were used to tie Loki to three stones: one under his shoulders, another under the kidneys, and the third under his knees. The guts turned to iron and the goddess Skaði placed a snake above Loki. His wife, refusing to leave him, decided to stay sitting next to him for all eternity.
 The myth says that she's holding a bowl all the time to catch the dripping venom from the snake, but when the bowl becomes full, she has to leave him to pour out the venom, and at that time the venom falls on Loki's face. The pain is so terrible that he cannot help shake violently, and causing tremors in the Earth.
 His punishment will last until the twilight of the gods, and Sigyn will stay with him to avoid as much suffering as possible... forever.

[Picture] Loki and Sigyn (1863) by Marten Eskil Winge

Let's go to our own world... Where we can be happy

“I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.” 

Dracula by Bram Stoker

The Magic of Books

“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.”

The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield 

Do not declare your love, better confess

Elizabeth Barrett Browning is one of my favorite poets, and I want to share with you this beautiful poem of hers.

        How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height 

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight 

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. 

I love thee to the level of every day's 

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; 

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. 

I love with a passion put to use 

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. 

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose 

With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath, 

Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose, 

I shall but love thee better after death.                                         

Tell me which poets you read!!!

Have a little faith

 “Ignore any loss of nerve, ignore any loss of self-confidence, ignore any doubt or confusion. Move on believing in love, in peace, and harmony, and in great accomplishment. Remember joy isn't a stranger to you. You are winning and you are strong. Love. Love first, love always, love forever.”

Anne Rice