You are mine, woman, and I am yours. Until you, my life was desolate. I existed, but I didn't truly live. Now I live, even in my death.

That means life itself is a fairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after.

Sometimes what we want isn't what we need.

Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he'd have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.

Once I learned, I went online and ordered every romance novel I could find. They're fairy tales for grown-ups.

I tried to tell you. You said you didn't care, remember?"A muscle ticked below his eye. "You should have told me anyway.""While you had barbells within your reach? Please. I'm Disease, not Stupid.

I'll take the cemetery, " Kane said. He didn't sound excited. Rather, he sounded resigned. "The club might collapse if I go.

Um i'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but i had no idea you would like it so much, ' Paris muttered.

You wanted to drown in a woman. Here's your chance. Drown in her blood"~Violence(Maddox)

You become a better person by caring and loving other creations.

. . . I could't get lost in the story, not the way you need to be, to become somebody else.

We may only ever have one great, passionate love, but sometimes it’s best to leave that kind of love in the past. A love like that can’t last forever.

The sober devil can hide his cloven hoof; but when the devil drinks he loses his cunning and grows honest.

Wanting to do it was much more powerful than the fright.

We must constantly dare ourselves in the small things, until courage becomes a habit of mind that will serve us when we are unexpectedly tested.

When people lack jobs, opportunity, and ownership of property they have little or no stake in their communities.

We ought not speak too long about God with our minds before we turn and speak to God from our heart. We must stir a lot of prayer into the stew of our theology.

Your home should tell the story of who you are, and be a collection of what you love brought together under one roof.

Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain.