Love more, her aunt had said. Not less.

what does love matter in a world where it's so easy to hurt someone?

There are none who can fight as fiercely as a mother and a daughter, and none who can forgive more completely.

I knew that my brother would still be a part of this world no matter what happened next. I felt my love for him so deeply that my blood seemed to flow down the street to him. My blood sang out my prayer for Luis even while he was still living in our world.

Love was never a mistake, even when it wasn't returned.

It was a small ceremony at the town hall, and they didn't exchange wedding rings, but they kissed for so long at the counter in the hall of records that they were asked to leave.

What she feels for him is so deep, she aches. She supposes this is what people refer to when they say the pangs of love, as if your innermost joy cannot help but cause you anguish as well.

Who would have guessed you'd be crying over that old hay bag." But that wasn't it at all, Elinor saw that from the look on his face when he turned to her. That was the attachment, that was the way he held on to her.

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

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.