Sometimes forgiveness is the hardest thing to give, but the most cherished thing to receive.

You hold your head up. You submitting to me doesn't mean you're anything less...the very last thing I want is for you to be some mindless puppet.

Most of all, I want you to know without a doubt that I've got your back. And your front. And your sides. I've got all of you and I'm not letting go.

Bad things happen to good people all the time. It sucks. It's not fair but then much of life isn't fair. It's how you live that matters. It's how you deal with the bumps in the road.

Words are just words. The evidence is in how you act, how you react.

You need to worry less about what everyone else thinks and focus on what makes you happy

Ahh, you’re a man used to getting his own way.” “Always,” he said in a husky growl.

Seeing you happy is the best gift I could ever ask for.

I'm getting the impression that women, in any form, scare you." He shrugged. "They're the more violent species. And unpredictable. I'd rather take on a wild boar. You can't shoot women.

Maybe I didn't always know what I was missing, but it was you. Always you.

Some crushes just never went away. They built, instead, into something permanent, obsessive and all consuming.

This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.

That is one of the functions of art: to present what the narrow and desperately practical perspectives of real life exclude.

He who attempts to resist the wave is swept away but he who bends before it abides.

The teacher who allows his scholars the freedom of the city of books is at liberty to be their guide, philosopher and friend; and is no longer the mere instrument of forcible intellectual feeding.

And everyone's in the same situation, basically: we're all finding our separate ways, together.

Love: a burnt match skating in a urinal.

Gray are all the theories, But green is the tree of life.

Heather and I decided we were going to be pretty low-key at the convention.

Women are much more sensitive. We know that emotionally but their organs respond to the same degree.

I had turned personal validation into my primary source of meaning and value, so that without it I was miserable and depressed.