The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy Quotes

“It would never have been too late,” he said. “I love you. I would have loved you in defiance of your rejection”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“Love is the beginning and end of grief.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“He had been right: neither of them was destined for an ordinary sort of love.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“The healer in the arms of a killer, the sinner entangled with the saint.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“All light involves burning.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“She smiled a smile that made his soul irrevocably hers.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“Hands should have other hands to hold. I want them to be yours.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“Osric had told Fairhrim she was a safe flirt. Foolproof, he'd said. He wasn't certain about the foolproof bit: he was too much of a fool.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“You don’t get to decide what you’re worth to me.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“I want you,” he said into her neck. “Even if there’s no point—even if it can’t mean anything—even if it’s courting sorrow—” Was this what it felt like, to break a heart in advance?”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“That was what Fairhrim did. Skewer everything with logic and leave behind a twitching corpse.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“If it wasn’t so impossible, I’d be at a real risk of falling in love with you.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“But she felt in that moment that even if they went their separate ways, in him there would always be a bit of her now, and in her a bit of him. One couldn't touch hearts unchanged" ”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“Hope was the colour of the blush across Fairhrim’s cheeks.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“They teetered at the edge of the water. The fall was a half-step away. Everything was precarious – the moment, the threshold, the balance. They were split. Irresolute. Harrowed. They wanted. They shouldn’t. It was madness. It was the purest sanity. It would be an end. It could be a beginning.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“Then he could be with her for another five, ten, twenty moons. For all the moons he had left.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“Colours in their many millions gleamed around them. They stood in a rainbow.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“I was stupid enough to trust you. I will never make that mistake again.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“I want you… even if there’s no point- even if it can’t mean anything—even if it’s courting sorrow—”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“Osric froze. It was as though an extraordinarily rare, skittish creature had just alighted on him. The feel of it went to his heart and stayed there.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“She had cured him of one thing and afflicted him with another”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“You can't see what's in front of your very eyes," said the cricket. "There is a reason your Cost is what it is.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“Apologies for my absence," said Fairhrim.
"Not at all," said Osric. "It was the best gift you could give me.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“Love is the slow turn of a knife.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“He thought wildly of where he would bury her. He would plant Frostbells on her grave and water them with his tears.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“To things that could never be,” said Mordaunt.”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“Acts of Warranted Brutality,”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy

“When human means fail”
― Brigitte Knightley, The Exquisite Torment of Loving Your Enemy