He wanted to be a poet, ' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.

Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.

A marriage is a delicate thing, Maggie, a balance of two hearts and two hopes. Sometimes the weight's just too heavy on the one side, and the other can't lift to it.

She killed to get the dream she wanted, then found out it didn't want her back.

Missions is not the ultimate goal of the church. Worship is. Missions exists because worship doesn't.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

I don't believe in happy endings, but I do believe in happy travels, because ultimately, you die at a very young age, or you live long enough to watch your friends die. It's a mean thing, life.

The entire universe is working against me. I can't believe the entire universe could be that foolish!

The core values of our constitution are at the heart of our nation's progress.

He that begins to live, begins to die.

A boy without mischief is like a bowling ball without a liquid center.

Such is the fate of simple Bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd

A table-full of welcome!