A backup plan means somewhere in my head, I think I might fail and that word is not in my vocabulary. Plus I'm too talented to fail.

Just remember, Callum when you’re floating up and up in your bubble, that bubbles have a habit of bursting. The higher you climb, the further you have to fall’ - Lynette McGregor

Dear God, please let him have heard me. Please. Please. If you're up there. Somewhere.

So why did you want to kiss me?" "We're friends aren't we?" Callum shrugged. I relaxed into a smile. "Of course we are." "And if you can't kiss your friends who can you kiss?" Callum smiled.

People are people. We'll always find a way to mess up, doesn't matter who's in charge.

Never, ever allow yourself to feel. Feelings kill.

Why was it that when noughts committed criminal acts, the fact that they were noughts was always pointed out? The banker was a Cross. The newsreader didn't even mention it.

Sometimes the things you're convinced you don't want turn out to be the thing you need the most in this world.

Boys don't cry, but men do.

The point is, you have family and friends who love you. You have a world out there just waiting for you to conquer it. You have a life that will be anything you make it. That's the point.

That just the way it is. Some things will never change. That's just the way it is. But don't you believe them.

Math is my favorite subject. It's the universal language. I like the fact that wherever you go in the whole world, two plus two will still be four.

There's nothing that allays an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty.

Domesticity was meat and drink to Mouse, and she liked taking care of people. She had done it for so long that it had become a habit with her.

Surely those who know the great passionate heart of Jehovah must deny their own loves to share in the expression of His.

I would tell you more of Him, but how shall I? When love becomes vast love becomes wordless. And when memory is overladen it seeks the silent deep.

We will look upon the earth and her sister planets as being with us, not for us.

Can such stiff and formal moldings as words capture the spirit-essence of love?

Language is a window into human nature, but it is also a fistula, an open wound through which we're exposed to an infectious world.

We all have our own story. And we stay attached to our story. This can stop us from growing and living. You wanna make your life better? Change your story, change your life.