Dark Angel Quotes

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V.C. Andrews
“You are the most dangerous kind of female the world can ever know. You carry the seeds for your own destruction and the destruction of everyone who loves you. And a great many will love you for your beautiful face for your seductive body; but you will fail them all because you will believe they all fail you first. You are an idealist of the worst kind - the romantic idealist. Born to destroy and self destruct.”
V.C. Andrews, Fallen Hearts

L.J. Smith
“Rumors spread fast, and they grow. I know. You want to either deny them, or disarm them”
L.J. Smith, Night World, No. 2

Joss Whedon
“Sketchy: I'm no stranger to stoner logic.”
Joss Whedon

James Francis Cameron
“Donald Lydecker: Alcoholism is not a disease, it's a failing. You've turned it into a church. You worship the altar of self-pity. I come to these rooms for one reason, to remember what I don't want to become... helpless, impotent, and weak.”
James Cameron

James Francis Cameron
“Max Guevara: Girls kick ass; says so on a t-shirt.”
James Cameron

James Francis Cameron
“Jace: Feels like I just woke up from a bad dream.
Max Guevara: I know. One of the reasons why I don't sleep. Let me know if it's a boy or a girl.
Jace: Either way, name's gonna be Max.”
James Cameron

James Francis Cameron
“Logan Cale: If I just had my ass handed to me by a size three, I'd be inclined to mind my own business.”
James Cameron

Anna Campbell
“The gold-limned shadow resolved into a gentleman in his middle twenties wearing a loose white shirt and buff breeches. He was more than six feet tall and overly slender for his height, although she didn't mistake his physical strength. He might be lean, but it was sinewy leanness.
He was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. Even terrified as she was, she couldn't help measuring each detail of his appearance.
Fine dark hair grew back from his high forehead. A long straight nose. Sharply cut cheekbones, prominent because of his thinness. His eyes remained downcast under his winged dark brows. He looked like one of God's angels humbly awaiting direction from the Deity.
Except no angel would study her prone body with quite that level of curiosity.”
Anna Campbell, Untouched