How can you want to touch me after what I did?" "How can I ever not want to touch you?

So she searches for light, only to realize it's in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.

When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.

It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.

The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.

I'm just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.

In the existence of our lives, there is a single coincidence that brings us together and for a moment, our hearts beat as one.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.

No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in.

That’s you. Callie, you’re the only person that’s ever made me feel happy about anything. That night you saved me, you changed something in me—you made me want to live.

It seemed like my parents were always trying to get me to care about money, but I didn’t, really. Then again, it's easy to say you don't care about money when you have plenty of it.

Words have power.Their power doesn't merely emanate from the meaning they carry, but also hidden truth they leave behind.In what is left unsaid.

He could offer only withness, but nothing else was asked.

The only things you can ever truly own cannot be bought with money.

I am convinced that it is not the fear of death, of our lives ending that haunts our sleep so much as the fear... that as far as the world is concerned, we might as well never have lived.

It is very true. But even a traitor may mend. I have known one that did.

You're always trying to seize any opportunity or hold on to one if you already have it. It was just a matter of going out there and producing for the team.

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.

A Oneness of all. An evolution in consciousness of us all that isn't about the egos.

Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!