She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, easily the most breathtaking girl in the room.

Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.

Sometimes, the sun sets earlier. Days don’t last forever, you know. But I’ll fight as hard as I can. I can promise you that.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

Day, the champion of the people, the one who can't bear to see those around him suffer on his behalf, who would gladly give his life for those he loves.

Tell me there is still good in the world. Tell me there is still hope for all of us.

I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives.

I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn't live long. It's simply not written in my stars.

Without emotion, what's the point of being human?

Can one mistake really destroy a lifetime together?

I’ve been searching a long time for something I think I lost. I felt like I found something when I saw you back there.

We are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.

No one has the ability to define who you are unless you give permission.

But Fear and the Muse in turn guard the place Where the banished poet has gone And the night that comes with quickened pace Is ignorant of dawn.

The enemies of intellectual liberty always try to present their case as a plea for discipline versus individualism. The issue truth-versus-untruth is as far as possible kept in the background.

There is in every miracle a silent chiding of the world, and a tacit reprehension of them who require, or who need miracles.

Every club has three types: fans, parasites and people who work their bollocks off, even ladies.

Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.

People love what they're used to, I guess." "No." You shook your head. "People should love what needs loving. That way they can save it.

The nature of a narrow and malevolent spirit is so essentially incompatible with happiness as to render it inaccessible to the influences of the benignant God.

Nothing is our except time.