The rage that had expolded inside me diffused. I didn't know where it had come from. I had a short temper and often acted impulsively, but this had been intense and ugly even for me. Weird.

You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.

It was impossible to get the Dimitri and Tasha thing out of my head, but at least packing and getting ready made sure I didn't devote 100 percent of my brain power to him. More like 95 percent.

There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.

It was one thing to accept I couldn't have Dimitri. It was something entirely different to realize someone else could.

Things die. But they don't always stay dead. Believe me, I know.

Wow. What'd he do to deserve that? Rescue orphans from a burning building? If so, you might want to make sure he didn't set the building on fire in the first place.

This isn't a Christmas special! This is my life. In the real world, miracles and goodness just don't happen.

He'd barely seen me coming, and despite the horribleness of what I'd just done, I kind of wished one of my instructors had been there to grade me on such an awesome performance.

Good God. Men everywhere.

In the real world, you can make your own miracles

all appears to change when we change

Life is a race. You are racing against time. Your life is such that you are running a race against a diminishing life.

We as human beings lower our vibration everytime we react with the emotional attachment of what is only suppose to be a lesson through life.

Stephen King is a powerful guy, will powerful vocabulary.

I've gotten used to not looking too far into the future; it's best when you can begin each day anew.

The more I study the wealthy.. in an effort to learn how to help more people around the world become one of them.. I'm stunned by how many people are actually not rich.

Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akhond of Swat?

Awe is the emotion of self-transcendence.

In the game of life, when the final buzzer sounds, the only stat you carry with you is the number of assists you made.

I’d noticed that his eyes were black – coal black.