Let love be one, let it heal what had been broken, let it open the door to hope for the future.

They sealed this promise by hooking pinkies, the way they used to, long ago, when promises didn't hurt as much.

Franny was always going to be the one to break the curse. Here was her secret: she loved so deeply the depth could never be charted.

She heard her mother tell her that when you were loved by someone, you never lost them, no matter what might happen next. Despite the curse, despite the losses you might endure, she knew now that love was the only thing that lasted. It was inside you and with you for all eternity.

Sally went off, surprised that she could no longer pick up the scent of water as witches always could. There was always a price to pay, she knew that. You didn't have to be cursed in love to know that when you loved someone you were open to great loss.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

If you are loved, you never lose the person who loved you. You carry them with you all your life. They were with her as she ran.

Love someone and they're yours forever.

Ben would have done anything for you." "I thought that meant he was an idiot." "No," Maravelle says. "It means you're an idiot.

She had the ability to spot a liar, except for the lies spoken by someone she loved. That's what had caught her up; she'd been distracted by love, which seemed, at least at the time, to be the truest thing in the world.

The nature of love had totally escaped her until now. She had thought that if you lost it, you could never get it back, like a stone thrown down a well. But it was like the water at the bottom of the well, there when you can't even see it, shifting in the dark.

What belonged to you once, will always belong to you. Be grateful if you have walked through the world with another's heart in your hand.