I'm afraid." Olivia to Caleb"Afraid of what?" Caleb."Of how vulnerable you make me." Olivia."I make you vulnerable because you love me. That's the price you pay for love, baby girl." Caleb.

People lie. They use you and they lie, all the while feeding you bullshit about being loyal and never leaving you. No one can make that promise, because life is all about seasons, and seasons change.

Human eyes are the sign language of the brain. If you watch them carefully, you can see the truth played out, raw and unguarded.

Life balances itself on a precarious ledge, we can stay safe up high or propel off the edge.

I like pain. I like when it lingers. It reminds a person of what they've lived through.

We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you'll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.

I didn't eat pork either. Except bacon, of course. Everyone eats bacon.

You'll be surprised what someone is able to handle given no other choice.

One is a choice, and one is not.

There is more to loving someone than just making yourself happy. You have to want him to be happier than you are.

You can only give your heart away once, after that, everything else will chase your first love

She's fire. But she won't burn you... she knows all too well, how it feel to live with ashes.

Love those who value you and call you out on your BS.

Overall, she seems to be doing well for her age, but she looks like one of those dried apple dolls and my nursing gut tells me she is one good sneeze away from a rapid response team.

Gideon brought into my life. The acceptance and the love. The safety. Gideon had given me my freedom back, a life without terror. Giving him vows in return was too simple a repayment for that.

Just because you didn't get your way, don't take your ball and go home.

Mankind suffers from two excesses: to exclude reason, and to live by nothing but reason.

I guess heaven needed a shortstop.

America is a nation with many flaws, but hopes so vast that only the cowardly would refuse to acknowledge them.

When we say "Thy will be done," do we say it with a sigh? If so, we have never realized that the character of God is holy love; nothing can ever happen outside His purposeful will.

If I stayed angry at other people, I would miss finding friends among those I was angry with.