My soul sees its equal in you.

Shazi, I prefer the color blue to any other. The scent of lilacs in your hair is a source of constant torment. I despise figs. Lastly, I will never forget, all the days of my life, the memories of last night—For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you.Khalid.

You honestly expect me to breathe in a world without air?

Love is—a shade of what I feel.

Get up, Shahrzad al-Khayzuran. You kneel before no one. Least of all me.

From the stars, to the stars.

You have a beautiful laugh. Like the promise of tomorrow.

Love is a force unto itself, sayyidi. For love, people consider the unthinkable...and often achieve the impossible. I would not sneer at its power.

There is no one I would rather see the sunrise with than you.

There's nothing you can do about the past." "You're wrong. I can learn from it..." Tariq dug his heels into his stallion's flanks, and the horse shot forward, painting a dark smudge across the sand. "And I can make sure it never happens again!

The more a person pushes others away, the clearer it becomes he is in need of love the most.

Give me a meaningful love or a beautiful death!

I'd much rather fall to my death than admit my weakness to you.""The captain of the Royal Guard wants to impress a lowly handmaiden?""A clumsy young man wants to impress a beautiful young woman.

It was easy to be good and kind in times of plenty. The trying times were the moments that defined a man.And love? Love was something that did much to change a person. It brought joy as it brought suffering, and in turn brought about those moments that defined one’s character. Love gave life to the lifeless. It was the greatest of all living powers.But, as with all things, love had a dark side to it.

You are first and foremost a person. A reckless, foolish person, but a person nonetheless. If I ever say you are not permitted to do something, rest assured that the last reason I would ever say so would be because you are a girl.

I think beauty is rarely worth the trouble.” Shahrzad gripped Irsa’s hand tighter in sisterly solidarity. “But I am worth a great deal more than what you see.

A trickle of blood slid down his arm.He felt nothing. He only saw it.Because nothing hurt like missing her.He suspected nothing ever would

Because at that moment, with the press of Rahim's lips to hers, with the touch of his tongue sending wildfire through her veins, she knew she would always be home here. With this boy. In this moment. In this time. And that her heart would never be lonely again.

In what world did you think you could get away with this?" Jalal seethed. "To my cousin? To my family?" His gleaming hilt continued its punishing onslaught.

For his children, he would move mountains.

The power behind words lies with the person.

For the wonder of a first love can never be matched.

It does not take courage to kill. It takes courage to live.

When will you tell him?' 'When I muster the courage or when I'm left with no choice - whichever comes first.

The tears and the pain all but blinding her, she forced open her eyes one more time, to a curtain of dark hair; to a waterfall of black ink spilling across the last page of her life. No. I’m not nothing. I was loved.

Before she could stop her hands, they reached for him, as though they existed for no other reason than to touch him. Her fingers brushed across his jaw with a feather's caress before pulling away, and he closed his eyes on a soft inhale. Like the poison toying with its remedy, Shahrzad's hands ignored her and took control, a mere taste of his skin not nearly enough. Never enough.

She was drowning in sandalwood and sunlight. Time ceased to be more than a notion. Her lips were hers one moment. And then they were his. The taste of him on her tongue was like sun-warmed honey. Like cool water sliding down her parched throat. Like the promise of all her tomorrows in a single sigh. When she wound her fingers in his hair to draw her body against his, he stilled for breath, and she knew, as he knew, that they were lost. Lost forever. In this kiss. This kiss that would change everything.

I've never been angry to have been born a woman. There have been times I've been angry at how the world treats us, but I see being a woman as a challenge I must fight. Like being born under a stormy sky. Some people are lucky enough to be born on a bright summer's day. Maybe we were born under clouds. No wind. No rain. Just a mountain of clouds we must climb each morning so that we may see the sun.

I understand how difficult it is, putting your heart in someone else’s hands. But, if you don’t, how will you ever truly know a person?

Games? War is not a game, my friend. Games are for small children and old men like me. War is a young man's blighted delight

It's much easier to hate a memory. I would know.

Perhaps true weakness is weakness of the spirit

Because when I kiss you, I want yours to be the first... and last lips I ever kiss.

I-" Irsa took a careful breath to steady her words. " I have felt alone for most of my life. Until you." She placed the shell on his chest. " But I promise I won't feel alone anymore. I will never forget." She stood on shaky feet. "I will always remember." "I love you Rahim al-Din Walad . Thank you for loving me in return.

Khalid would break every bone in your body for what you've done.

You deserve someone who will feel you at her side without needing to see you. And I've only felt that way about one boy.

This dangerous girl. This captivating beauty.This destroyer of worlds and creator of wonder.

When I was a boy, my mother would tell me that one of the best things in life is the knowledge that our story isn't over yet. Our story may have come to a close, but your story is still yet to be told. Make it a story worthy of you

I love you, she said. Khalid lifted his head to hers. She placed a hand against his cheek. Beyond words.

A boy who'd thrived in the shadows.Now he had to live in the light.To live . . . fiercely.To fight for every breath.

I believe the stars align so souls can find one another. Whether they are meant to be souls in love or souls in life remains to be seen.

The stars could fall - the moon could crash from the heavens - and Mariko could not care.

What are you doing to me, you plague of a girl?” he whispered.“If I’m a plague, then you should keep your distance, unless you plan on being destroyed.”“No. Destroy Me.

Such misplaced faith in a boy with a murderous past and a girl with treacherous intent.

That's quite gallant of you. After you've ignored me for the better part of a week, like a boy half your age with twice your charm.

Without risk, life is far too predictable

It was a quiet taunt...a poisoned glass of wine, meant to intoxicate and exsanguinate.

In your honesty, I saw a reflection of myself. Or rather, of the man I longed to be. So I failed you. I didn’t stay away. Then, later, I thought if I had answers, it would be enough. I would no longer care. You would no longer matter. So I continued failing you. Continued wanting more. And now I can’t find the words to say what must be said. To convey to you the least of what I owe. When I think of you, I can’t find the air to b r e a t h e.

I suspect she will be like air. Like knowing how to breathe.

For without a measure of arrogance, how can one attempt the impossible?