Few can claim a single angel who guards them. But you can.

Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.

No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

I am catastrophically in love with you.

You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.

One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.

And the answer is yes. I have loved you. I always have, and I always will.

If I held a revolver to your head, James, and pulled the trigger, would it really matter if I did not know that there were not bullets in the chambers?

I grew up once, I decided never to do it again

Everyone is happier if they have someone else to look down on, as well as someone to look up to, especially if they resent both.

To think of abstraction as an end in itself is undoubtedly letting oneself be led into a cul-de-sac and can only lead to exhaustion and impotence.

People have a right to their own lives, and if you can't help somebody, you ought to get out of their way.

Bader's philosophy was my philosophy. His whole attitude to life was mine.

The second-highest honor is playing for your country, and the highest honor is wearing the armband for your country. It shows that the players have confidence in me, and that feels good.

Who is Alice?" asked mother. "Alice is somebody that nobody can see," said Frances. "And that is why she does not have a birthday. So I am singing Happy Thursday to her." - Frances the badger

Success comes when we wake up every day in that never-ending pursuit of why we do what we do.

Edward: Bella, please stop taking your clothes off! Bella: Why? Did you wanna do that part?

Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.