Life…was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it’s in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.

I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.

In the end you should always do the right thing even if it's hard.

We are not perfect. We make mistakes. We screw up but then we forgive and move forward.

He stared at her, knowing with certainty that he was falling in love. He pulled her close and kissed her beneath a blanket of stars, wondering how on earth he'd been lucky enough to find her.

The pieces all fit together. Yet everything was falling apart.

Emotions come and go and can't be controlled so there's no reason to worry about them. That in the end, people should be judged by their actions since in the end it was actions that defined everyone.

Strange, what being forced to slow down could do to a person.

It hadn't been so long ago, yet sometimes she felt that she'd been an altogether different person back then.

People didn't change. they liked what they liked even if they didn't understand why.

People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough.

To be able to stay beside a beloved one is the special privilege of a friend.

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You’ve been inexpressibly lucky, ” he said finally. “And inexpressibly mad, although in your case the two seem to be the same thing

Angus looked at Hamish. "I hate it when Mom and Dad fight." Hamish smoothed his brother's messy hair. "Me too.

Some people are just born human, the rest of us, we take a lifetime to get there.

Peace signifies more than the stilling of guns, easing the sorrow of war. More than escape from death, it is a way of life. More than a haven for the weary, it is a hope for the brave.

He [Percy] pleaded with those sea-green eyes, like a cute baby seal that needed help. Piper wondered how Annabeth ever won an argument with this guy.

No one infers a god from the simple, from the known, from what is understood, but from the complex, from the unknown, and incomprehensible. Our ignorance is God; what we know is science.

I have done no wrong but the zealots are trying to attack me because I am so critical of them.