It's rooted in my blood to consume you and be consumed by you. To protect you. To please you, in every way. To make you shiver when I touch you. To cause your heart to beat faster.

Battle scars just remind us that we survived.

What? It's my job as best friend to make sure he's not a serial killer. Or an English major, not sure which one's worse.

You don't love people for what they can give you. You don't love them because of what they do for you or how good you make them look. Love is blind, love does not boast, love is not vain.

It doesn't matter who you were or what you've done in the past. The only thing that matters is who you are right now.

Love finds you in the strangest places, and hope clings to us in the nooks and crannies we never think to look.

I did that girly little sighing thing you do when you can't handle all the sweetness anymore and bit my lip.

I'll always come for you. I'll always find you.

I'm not a baker so I'm not about to sugar coat it for you.

Sometimes, knowing when to let go is just as important as knowing when to hold tight.

The things we should focus on in any life shouldn't be what we've lost, but what we've gained

Don't beat yourself up, " said Charlotte. "True love can be so easily mistaken for other things-friendship, humane concern, indigestion...

Throw your arms around the world and hold on tight. But not through fear ...but because of your love.

Many people take a very low view of politicians, but that is exactly how they conduct their social interactions daily

I am all for the iPad, but trust me - smelling it will get you nowhere.

The second most important attribute of winners, after understanding the human dimension, is knowing what questions to ask, the rhetorical nature.

Oliver McCall was someone who I never really got to know too well, and he had some well-publicized problems.

When a New Yorker looks like he has a suntan, it's probably rust.

The aspects of a thing that are most important to us are hidden to us because of their simplicity and familiarity.

How fugitive and brief is mortal life between the budding and the falling leaf.

Most of a modest woman's life was spent, after all, in denying what, in one day at least of every year, was made obvious.