Suffering so someone else didn't have to suffer. Sacrificing your body for someone else's well being.
People die, and everything they've ever said just echoes around and around. There's nothing new. Only the same nonsense from their lives.
You can’t be afraid. You can be sad if you like. You can be angry. But it’s the fear that’ll freeze you in place.
And so that means..." "We have to rob the Henley," Simon said. Kat sank onto a truly uncomfortable sofa. "Again.
I think perfect love is any time you love unconditionally, without selfish intent, without concern for personal gain.
And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation.
I’ve always loved the night, when everyone else is asleep and the world is all mine. It’s quiet and dark—the perfect time for creativity.
A home without a cat — and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat — may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?
His was the gaze of a high-end predator, throwing it's prey a seductive look, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
A jet may be perfect for breaking the speed of sound, but a brick is designed to break the speed of silence. Just listen to that quietness.
They constantly try to escape From the darkness outside and within By dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good. But the man that is shall shadow The man that pretends to be.
If we only fell in love with people who were perfect for us...then there wouldn't be so much fuss about love in the first place.
A good solution applied with vigor now is better than a perfect solution applied 10 minutes later" Gen. George Patton,
Our relationship felt like a Christmas gift that you hadn’t asked for and weren’t expecting to receive, but the minute you saw it, you knew it was perfect for you.
To attract a lover, you need to craft the perfect Craigslist ad. Here’s mine: Free TV with purchase of potato chips and couch.
It was just over a year ago. Twelve months, nine days and six hours ago, actually. But thirteen months ago everything was...perfect.
Beauty is not the flawless perfection of youth, but the fine lines, scars, and wisdom which only living can give you.
Everyone has their own idea of the perfect partner, but they usually do not consider what it is they have to offer one.
You are the master of my heart. I am a slave to you're soul. Intertwined in a perfect embrace that I will never release myself from.
God, she was beautiful. Hair a tangled mess, clothes torn, lips pale and swollen, skin streaked in dirt. And she was so damn beautiful and flawed and perfect.
Life is not always perfect. Like a road, it has many bends, ups and down, but that’s its beauty.
