I couldn't forget. I couldn't break. She had the power to break me. No one had ever been given that power, ever.

As the music played over the speakers and the waterfall in the pool filled the silence around us, I knew that without a doubt I had just been ruined.

I'm trying my hardest to get you so wrapped up in me you never leave.

I don’t want to lose you. I’m in love with you Blaire. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone the way I want you. I can’t imagine my world now without you in it.

You are mine. Do you hear me? You are mine, Della Sloane. I will take care of you. Nothing is taking you away from me. Nothing.

I wanted to live. For the father and brother who I never knew and for my mother who was cheated of a life of happiness. I wanted to live for them. And I wanted to live for me.

I understood that pain was real and sometimes things didn't last. Sometimes you just had to enjoy it while it lasts and cherish it when it's gone.

He wasn't what sent me running. He was what had made me want to stay.

When I'm with you, my world is complete. When I touch you, I understand the meaning of life. When I lost you, I completely shattered. You. Own. Me.

Not everyone sees you the way you do. Sometimes our imperfections are what makes us special. - Tripp

I hate the color red almost as much as i hate blond hair,"he said with an amused tone. -Dank

Many Christians are "devoured" by worldly interests that distract them from spiritual service to God.

Let today be the day you learn the grace of letting go and the power of moving on.

Nothing can defile the Sufi, and he in fact purifies everything.” Abu-Turab al-Nakhsabi.

Do not be surprised that the world hates you, the truth is coming from the atheists I know.

I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death... I think... peace and tranquillity will return again.

Loneliness is one thing, solitude another.

We must not imitate the externals of nature with so much fidelity that the picture fails to evoke that wonderful teasing recurrence of emotion that marks the contemplation of a work of art.

If Creation were a crime, would not God be the prime suspect?

I'm much more used to the TV shows, which are demanding to write and perform but very fulfilling.

We must spoil our women, boy. A happy woman makes a happy home. An unhappy one makes us drink.