Rapture (Fallen #4)

By Lauren Kate; Published In 2012
Genres: Young Adult, Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance
All that is good in Heaven and on Earth is made of love. Maybe that wasn’t your plan when you created the universe—maybe love was just one aspect of a complicated and brutal world.
But love was the best thing you made, and it has become the only thing worth saving. This war is not just.
This war is not good. Love is the only thing worth fighting for.

And she knew without opening her eyes that it was Daniel. No other body in the universe fit hers so well.

Even Lucifer looked impressed. He muttered, "Only Lucinda could pull that off.

Fear is the only way to greet the devil.

Grief can choke you. It’s dangerous, something else you have to beat.

Had God created Love to make pain feel even worse?

Heartbreak is its own form of amnesia.

Her heart pounded as [Cam's] lips bypassed hers and came to a stop, whispering in her ear: 'Don't let him flip you off next time.

I love you too much to say goodbye.

Inspiration is an excuse for doing something you already want to do.

I thought that what I felt for you was right," Luce said. "I loved you until it hurt me, until our love was consumed by your pride and rage. The thing you called love made me disappear. So I had to stop loving." She Paused. "Our adoration never diminished the Throne, but your love diminished me. I never meant to hurt you. I only meant to stop you from hurting me.

I've never asked for a happy ending

I want you to know that I would do it all again. I will choose you every time.

Last night we told you that none of the angels remember where we landed when we fell," Daniel said.

"Yeah, about that... How's it possible?" Shelby said. "You'd think that kind of thing would leave an impression on the old memorizer."

Cam's face reddened. "You try falling for nine days through multiple dimensions and trillions of miles, landing on your face, breaking your wings, rolling around concussed for who knows how long, wandering the desert for decades looking for any clue as to who or what or where you are - then talk to me about the old memorizer.

...Love is the only thing worth fighting for
- Daniel, to The Throne

Mortality is the most romantic story ever told. Just one chance to do everything you should. Then, magically, you move on.

Of all the pairs the Throne endorsed
None rose to burn as bright
As Lucifer, the Morning Star,
And Lucinda, his Evening Light

so" he asked.
She was stunned and amazed-and happier than she'd ever been before. It couldn't possibly be real, she thought-unless she spoke the truth aloud, with Daniel and the rest of the fallen angels there to witness.
"I'm Lucinda," she said. "I'm your angel.

Strangling is the most intimate way to kill someone,

The best part was now. That was what she would take with her from her journeys through the ages: He was worth everything to her and she was worth everything to him. The only way to experience that deep level of their love was to enter each new moment together, as if time were made of clouds. And if it came down to it these next nine days, Luce knew that she and Daniel would risk everything for their love.

Then the angels, the demon, and the Nephilim flew to distant corners of the sky, leaving a moment's brilliant flash of light behind them, as below, Luce and Daniel fell in love for the first-and the last- time

The past is important for all the information and wisdom it holds. But you can get lost in it. You've got to learn to keep the knowledge of the past with you as you pursue the present.

There is always some regret when we accept that love has moved away from us

There is no darkness as dark as a great light corrupted.

There was Layla in the fullness of her lips, Lulu in the thick waves of her hair, Lu Xin in the intensity of her hazel eyes, Lucia in their twinkle. She was not alone. Maybe she never would be alone again. There, in the mirror, was every incarnation of Lucinda staring back at her and wondering, "What is to become of us? What about our history, and our love?

We put our faith in love.

What you call love does not sound very beautiful.

You are the soul that fits into mine

You have to stop loving me.
Because I stopped loving you.

You must remember how to dream what you already know.