What's stronger-the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one's back on it?

You build a wall to keep something unwanted out … or to hold something precious in.

The Lord turned water into wine. All I'm suggesting is a trip to the grocery store.

There were some people who hit your life so hard, they left a stain on your future.

I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.

The problem was , you never heard anyone say,"wow, check out the brain on that babe.

Some women are meant to change the world while others are meant to hold it together.

I would tell them that when you look at a person, you never know what the're hiding.

Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else?

I would prove to you that being different isn't a death sentence but a call to arms.

Instead of doing the best thing, we sometimes have to settle for the rightest thing.

Everyone has a book inside of them - but it doesn't do any good until you pry it out.

There is a gulf as wide as an ocean between should and want, and I am drowning in it.

I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.

A heroin-thin boy with enough rings in his eyebrows to resemble a shower curtain rod.

Dylan Jerome," the lawyer admits, "wanted to sue God for not caring enough about him.

May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

Houses are cellular walls; they keep our problems from bleeding into everyone else's.

If he says jump, she doesn't even ask "How high?" She goes out and buys a pogo stick.

When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

anyone can understand anything. You just have to know how to present your information.

When your mother is made out of your dreams, anything real is bound to disappoint you.

Some people, they get down in a hole so deep they can't figure out what to hold on to.

When you can not find someone, it is because you've been misdirected to look elsewhere

But once you throw a stone, there are ripples in the pond, even if you remove the rock.

I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on my way to my real one.

Campbell" Julia says "Don't do this to me" "Do what?" "Push me off the same cliff twice

What if instead of focusing on what you don't have, you concentrate on what you've got?

You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love.

I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.

Risk always looks different when you're beating the system than when you've been beaten.

When you don't know where you're headed, you find places no one else would ever explore.

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me

I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but sometimes, that's the only way to find out the truth.

She became whoever she needed to be to survive,but she never let anyone else define her.

Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?

It doesn't take a whole long life to realize that what we deserve to have, we rarely get.

If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?

I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.

You know how hind-sight is 20/20? Love is when you look back and wouldn't change anything.

Forgiveness is spiritual. Punishment is legal," Leo says. "They're not mutually exclusive.

Since it had gotten so quiet in the room that you could hear the sound of your own doubts.

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

I loved Alex so much that it was easier to let him hurt me than to watch him hurt himself.

The best thing about endings is knowing that just ahead is the daunting task to start over.

There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.

You’ll tell yourself anything you have to, to pretend that you’re still the one in control.

History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.

Or. I hate that word. It’s two letters long and stuffed to the gills with reasonable doubt.

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