Fate.A word meaning destiny.Fate. A word meaning doom.

You’ll never be able to find yourself if you’re lost in someone else.

When you find love, you take it. You grab it with both hands and you do everything in your power not to let it go. You can’t just walk away from it and expect it to linger until you’re ready for it.

You can’t leave yet. I’m not finished falling in love with you.

If we’re going to kiss, it has to be book-worthy.

I would never let anyone else borrow my heart if I know there’s a chance in hell you might want it back.

I think about you every second of every day and I don’t know how to get over you, ” she says.“Don’t, ” I beg her. “Please don’t get over me.

You left with my soul in your fists and my heart in your teeth, and I don’t want either of them back.” ~Ben

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This is why I choose not to have real-life girlfriends. I can’t even pretend without starting a fight.

Fallon, I’m worked up so damn tight. I’m going to kiss you now and I’m not sorry.

In the essence of truth lies deceit.

Golf is recognized as one of the more difficult games to play or teach. One reason for this is that each person necessarily plays by feel, and a feel is almost impossible to describe.

There can be no freedom in the large sense of the word, no harmonious development, so long as mercenary and commercial considerations play an important part in the determination of personal conduct.

I think that would be great, if I could be in a city and wasn't even allowed to work.

Destiny grants us our wishes, but in its own way, in order to give us something beyond our wishes.

Raise your hands in the air, pump your fists, and solemnly swear to rock the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

The fundamental truth: a baseball game is nothing but a great slow contraption for getting you to pay attention to the cadence of a summer day.

WhenIWasYourAge: People were never "living with their disease." We cured them. Or they died from it.

If you get up every morning and smile, it's a good place to be.

What happened to the writer is not what matters; what matters is the large sense that the writer is able to make of what happened.