This is just me. Get used to it.

Regret is just life's aftertaste.

Everybody is a main character to someone

Sometimes a beautiful face is false advertising

Caring about someone doesn't mean taking care of them.

If God makes all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?

Sometimes the things we want to be rescued from can save us.

Everybody who is somebody becomes nobody the moment they fail

The real thing, when done right , is always better than a daydream

Why don’t you focus on where you’re going and less on where you came from?

But maybe you see beauty in me because you are beautiful, not because I am.

Books allow you to be whoever you want to be, to escape yourself for a while.

There's a lot I don't understand... but not understanding is better than not believing

Someone told me once that to create true art you must be willing to bleed and let others watch.

There isn't heartache if there hasn't been joy. I wouldn't feel loss if there hadn't been love.

It's hard to come to terms with the fact that you aren't going to be loved the way you want to be loved.

I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy, and when you get tired of looking at me, I promise I’ll sing.

You loved ferris wheels more than roller coasters because life shouldn’t be lived at full speed, but in anticipation and appreciation.

Usually redemption implies rescue - being saved. What were you being saved from?' he inquired, his voice carefully neutral. 'Ugliness.

Cages come in lots of different colors and shapes. Some are gilded, while others have a slamming door. But golden handcuffs are still handcuffs.

Literature makes history come to life. It is maybe the most accurate depiction of history, especially literature that was written in the time period depicted in the story.

But there's no way to avoid regret. Don't let anybody tell you different. Regret is just life's aftertaste. No matter what you choose, you're gonna wonder if you shoulda done things different. I didn't necessarily choose wrong. I just chose. And I lived with my choice, aftertaste and all.

I think people are like that. When you really look at them, you stop seeing a perfect nose or straight teeth. You stop seeing the acne scar or dimple in the chin. Those things start to blur, and suddenly you see them, the colors, the life inside the shell, and beauty takes on a whole new meaning.

News flash, Fern Taylor!" Ambrose barked, slamming his hand against the dashboard, making Fern jump. "Everything has changed! You are beautiful, I am hideous, you don't need me anymore, but I sure as hell need you!""You act like beauty is the only thing that makes us worthy of love," Fern snapped. "I didn't just l-love you because you were beautiful!" She'd said the L word, right out loud, though she'd tripped over it.

True beauty, the kind that doesn't fade or wash off, takes time. It takes incredible endurance. It is the slow drip that creates the stalactite, the shaking of the Earth that creates mountains, the constant pounding of the waves that breaks up the rocks and smooths the rough edges. And from the violence, the furor, the raging of the winds, the roaring of the waters, something better emerges, something that would have otherwise never existed.

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