But I broke your heart, ” she whispers. I shrug and kiss her again. “You break it, you buy it.

Loving her is strange and confusing and damn risky. And if I had the chance I'd choose it all over again.

She got up from the bed, knelt beside the bed, and put her forehead down on the covers. She was not practiced at prayer anymore. The only word that came to mind was "please".

But Socialism, alone, can bring self-determination of their peoples.

Hearts were made for being broken. There's really no way around it if you want to be a human being.

Give thy love freely, do not count the cost: So beautiful a thing was never lost.

Life is simple. Life is not complicated. Life is only one thing: Identify yourself.

The short span of life forbids us to take on far-reaching hopes.

Why would anyone be able to make $21 million not showing up for work for a single day? That is vulgar capitalism. That is not good for the nation.

Who has not served cannot command.

AMANDA: I think very few people are completely normal really, deep down in their private lives.

"Happy" feels good... I just like when stuff feels good.