“Hate is never a far cry from love… Sometimes I stumble the lines drunken.. Hollering your name..”

“I really hate you sometimes.""There's a fine line between love and hate."I glared at him. "Dream on.”

“What's your name, love?"Love? LOVE! Still dying, here."Bliss.""Is that a line?"I blushed crimson. "No, it's my name.""Lovely name for a lovely girl.”

“There’s a narrow line between love and hate sometimes, you know. And it can be crossed unwittingly.”

“Hate was a far easier emotion to deal with sometimes. It burned fiercely and eventually died. Love stayed.”

“Irene-""Don't call me that.""You were the princess Irene the first time we met.""It means 'peace'," Attolia said. "What name could be more inappropriate?""That I be named Helen?" Eddis suggested.The hard lines in Attolia's face eased, and she smiled. Eddis was a far cry from the woman whose beauty had started a war.”