You want to know what happened? YOU happened Rush. That's what happened.

As the music played over the speakers and the waterfall in the pool filled the silence around us, I knew that without a doubt I had just been ruined.

I'm trying my hardest to get you so wrapped up in me you never leave.

I don’t want to lose you. I’m in love with you Blaire. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone the way I want you. I can’t imagine my world now without you in it.

You are mine. Do you hear me? You are mine, Della Sloane. I will take care of you. Nothing is taking you away from me. Nothing.

I wanted to live. For the father and brother who I never knew and for my mother who was cheated of a life of happiness. I wanted to live for them. And I wanted to live for me.

I understood that pain was real and sometimes things didn't last. Sometimes you just had to enjoy it while it lasts and cherish it when it's gone.

He wasn't what sent me running. He was what had made me want to stay.

When I'm with you, my world is complete. When I touch you, I understand the meaning of life. When I lost you, I completely shattered. You. Own. Me.

Not everyone sees you the way you do. Sometimes our imperfections are what makes us special. - Tripp

I hate the color red almost as much as i hate blond hair,"he said with an amused tone. -Dank

Sunshine brings a new day, moonlight ends the harsh light.

He says he'd like to kiss the ground you walk on-reminds me, did you wash them yesterday?- and after that you're his skivvy.

Happy World Poetry Day: 'The American identity has never been a singular one and the voices of poets invariably sing, in addition to their own, the voices of those around them.

My feelings for you are not conditional. I don't judge you. I don't lose patience with you. I don't punish you. I just love you. That's all. Pure and simple.

On many days, harder than the act of making the art itself is the act of sharing it and living in a culture that you know is built to tear you down.

I never really had a strong accent.

I feel better in my body now than when I was 20. Why not?

The only place that's holier than St. Andrews is Westminster Abbey.

Nobody is qualified to become a statesman who is entirely ignorant of the problem of wheat.