If he'd looked like a cross between Mr. Clooney and, say, one of the hobbits, I probably would have been far more capable of coherent thought.

...there was no such thing as curses. People make and break their own fortunes -they are the masters of their own fate.

Zach,” I said as I lay there “Where did you go? When you were looking for me?” I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes. “Crazy.” His voice was a whisper against my skin. “I went crazy.

I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You

...maybe it's only fitting that relationship that started with a lie would end with one.

Did you hear that? I'm special.

Tell me or I'll yell for Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, and you can find out how bex became bex

You look disappointed to see me, Zach," Macey teased. "Don't you like my jacket?

you're the gallagher girl. figure it out."- zach

I didn't know there were this many math guys," Hale said as they stepped onto the crowded concourse. Kat cleared her throat. "And women," he added. "Math women.

Not knowing you can't do something, is sometimes all it takes to do it.

Words matter, choose the words you use to describe yourself carefully, make sure they reflect your desire. By our words we ask from God and command the Universe. Both always deliver what we ask

Their heartbeats rushed through his body. His arms circled around her, just so he could keep himself from falling.

I'm of the opinion and quite certain that our 'personal histories' with God are meant to be well informed by the Scriptures

A thought of #hatred must be destroyed by a more powerful thought of #love.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.... If someone was to look into your eyes, what would you want them to see?

Since Congress makes the laws they are under the delusion that anything they do is legal, no matter if it is unwise, unethical, or un-Constitutional.

You don't reach Serendib by plotting a course for it. You have to set out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings... serendipitously.

I think that each of us inhabits a private world that others cannot see. The only difference between the writer and the reader is that the writer is able to dramatise that private world.

Now and then in travel, something unexpected happens that transforms the whole nature of the trip and stays with the traveler.

It is to be steadily inculcated, that virtue is the highest proof of understanding, and the only solid basis of greatness.