I can't wait to make you the love of my mortal life.

Don't go," she whispered, her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldn't give Daniel up. Not yet. She didn't think she ever could.

He captured my heart. He loves me for who I am, not what I can bring to him." - Lucinda Price, Rapture

Luce and Daniel fell in love for the first- and the last- time

Callie always said Luce was incapable of brutal honesty and that was why she got herself stuck in so many crappy situations with guys whom she should have just told no.

She liked the way he smelled - kind of free and open, like driving with the windows down at night.

I will wait for you as long as it takes. I will love you every moment across time.

Wisdom holds a candle to experience, but you've got to take the candle and walk alone.

The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment.

Will you stay with me ” she asked. Her voice was the thinnest whisper almost canceled out by a low groan of thunder.... Forever ” he whispered back. The sweet sound of his voice filled her up.

Fear is the only way to greet the devil.

Resolve to edge in a little reading every day, if it is but a single sentence. If you gain fifteen minutes a day, it will make itself felt at the end of the year.

I was just trying to be a friend, ' I said. 'But you weren’t, Charlie. At those times, you weren’t being his friend at all. Because you weren’t honest with him.

Music is what I breathe, what I love to do. It keeps me alive.

Don’t strive to be a well-rounded leader. Instead, discover your zone and stay there. Then delegate everything else.

If you get to the edge of the penalty area with the ball and don't know what to do next, just stick the ball in the net for now. We can evaluate the other options later.

Your stockings prove your virtues. Be certain they are clean and free of tears.

A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.

We do not "have" a body; rather, we "are" bodily.

For a long time I thought I was a poet, but that's a high title to claim.

There, carried high on a bank of clouds, hovers a shape, a triangle in the sky. This is the Holy Mountain Athos, station of a faith where all the years have stopped.