Loving for beauty is like vowing a lifetime commitment to a rose. No-matter how sweet-scented or pink "petald", every rose withers.
What I've learned over the years is that people shouldn't be defined by a single mistake. Everyone messes up," she said. "You have to forgive yourself and move one.
Home is a little kingdom with rulers, laws, and subjects, each with a part to perform in order that life there shall be perfect.
Holy fairy feathers, why does he have to be so handsome? Why couldn't a haggard old man have washed ashore?
You sure you don't want me to bring you back something?" Her eyes moved in the direction of his office. "A hit man? Some holy water?
I just want to see you come apart." I wanted to tell her that she was witnessing it now, and in all honesty she'd been watching it happen for weeks.
Wait, I got it. We, uh, won the battle and lost the war, or was it the other way around? 'Cause around here, it's hard to tell sometimes.
Seventeen moons, seventeen years, Eyes where Dark or Light appears, Gold for yes and green for no, Seventeen the last to know.
It is neither wise nor honest to detract from beauty as a quality. There cannot be a refined soul insensible to its influence.
I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma." "You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.
Link says if a girl says not to get her a birthday present that means get me a birthday present and make sure it’s jewelry.
Are you insinuatin' that my daughter is a liar?" "Oh, no, not at all. I'm saying your daughter is a liar. Surely you can appreciate the difference.
Well? Is it true? Did she?" "Did she what?" "You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?
I need another drink!” I said as a second attempt to change the subject. “Shots!” America yelled. Shepley rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah. That’s what you need, another shot.
He knew, perhaps better than anyone, that we don't get to choose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.
High school sucked. It was a universal truth, and whoever said these were supposed to be the best years of your life was probably drunk or delusional.
Stairway to Hell or Yellow Brick Road? Why don't you give your Magic 8 Ball a shake and see if it's ready to play again.
Write, write, write! Get your you-know-what in the chair and write more books: write the books of your heart and don’t let stress steal your joy.
The stars look like they're so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can't. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.
I should say no to prove a point", He said, his eyebrows pulled together. "But I would hate myself later if I said no and you never asked me again" - Travis
You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Pigeon.” “Just remember that when I take all of your money in the next poker game,” I said, pulling off my shirt.
