You think that just because you left, it would change how I feel? Well, guess what? You're wrong. I can't help how I feel. I'm still in-

So she searches for light, only to realize it's in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.

When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.

It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.

The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.

I'm just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.

In the existence of our lives, there is a single coincidence that brings us together and for a moment, our hearts beat as one.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.

No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in.

That’s you. Callie, you’re the only person that’s ever made me feel happy about anything. That night you saved me, you changed something in me—you made me want to live.

Until a man begins to read, then He will discover himself.

Successful people got to where they did because they did something, and all successful endeavors exist because of those who acted.

If you’re going to be killed you invent some kind of flag and country to fight for, and if you survive you get to love the thing

I had a 'Cats' phase, where I did lots of overturned furniture and trash cans. I asked for a fog machine for my birthday.

There are amusing people who do not interest, and interesting people who do not amuse

I think the location is almost as important as casting the leads of the movie. The location on The Purge was crucial to that movie working.

Once we came to accept the photographic image as reality, the way to its future simulation was open.

An English village could never be mistaken for an American one: the outline against the sky differs; a thatched cottage makes a very wavy line on the blue above.

What is the chief end of man?-to get rich. In what way?-dishonestly if we can; honestly if we must.

The problem is all inside your head, she said to me The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There must be fifty ways to leave your lover.