Many of the male faeries had their shirts unbuttoned and chests bare. (How’s this for freaky: no nipples or belly buttons.)

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

I get that you're scared and that you've been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.

My life is a black hole of boredom and despair." "So basically you've been doing homework." "Like I said, black hole.

...sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.

I'm fine." It's a lie. I am not fine. My head is a symphony of pain, a sadistic master maestro conducting an opus of excruciating, devastating perfecting.

Streams of melting snow.

Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Seriously, did I look like some sort of pyscho assassin? Maybe it was the pink sneakers. Or the heart earrings?

She stared at him in that vapid, intoxicated way employed only by women under a vamp's control. Or the way I sometimes got when faced with cupcakes. Mmm. Cupcakes.

Good luck trying to force Evie to do anything else once she has made up her mind. She is the definition of a stubborn, headstrong teenager.” “And you love me for it.” “I do.

What do you think? Does this face make me look fat?

Boys fight the wars. We’d have the brotherhood of man tomorrow if the politicians had to get out and fight.

When you decide where you turn next in life, look beyond your thoughts, do not trust your emotions, and listen to your heart.

If a man is not made for God, why is he happy only in God?

I think I deserve something beautiful.

The opening and the folding flowers, that laugh to the summer's day.

God wants an opportunity to prove who He is.

Critical design aims to really push the boundaries of design and to reconsider the element of fiction.

Believing in gods always causes confusion.

In the description of night in Macbeth, the beetle and the bat detract from the general idea of darkness - inspissated gloom.

Every heart has an atmosphere. What is the atmosphere of your heart? Nothing good develops in an atmosphere of anxiety