“Do I need permission to breathe, Sir?”
“I may need your permission to keep you, girl. But I don’t need anyone’s permission to love you. I choose it of my own free will, and there’s nothing you can do about it.-Finn.”
“I may need your permission to kiss you, girl. But I don't need anyone's permission to love you”
“To love someone, why do you need society's approval and permission?”
“You don't need anyone's permission to do what you love. You should just do it.”
“He kissed her. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn't have done anything else. He needed that breath she was holding. It belonged to him, and he wanted it back.”