I was his exception, and as much as I had tried to fight my feelings, he was mine.

I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.

I had died and woken up in High School Musical

I thought I was going to sweat five years before I'd feel like this.""I wanted it as much as you did. I've just got a hell of a poker face" I smiled, pressing my lips against his.

His eyebrows pulled in. “You won’t leave me, right? Even when I’m a pain in the ass?”“I vowed in front of God – and Elvis – that I wouldn’t, didn’t I?

Look at him, ” she said, shaking her head. “Travis Maddox: Mr. Mom.

I need another drink!” I said as a second attempt to change the subject. “Shots!” America yelled. Shepley rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah. That’s what you need, another shot.

It’s just you and me against the world, Pidge.

He continued to stare out the window. "I meant what I said before. You need to walk away, Pidge. God knows I can't walk away from you.

If this is really it...if you're really done with me...will you let me hold you tonight? - Travis

Fighting, laughing, loving or crying, if it was with him, I was where I wanted to be.

When you shut out the universe around you. You inadvertently become the very universe that you were trying to shut out.

What you see is what you get.

Pies were invented 12,000 years ago by the Egyptians. It was an easy way to preserve food that would be carried over long distances. They were like ancient Slim Jims.

WHATEVER YOU DO, TELL THE TRUTH.

We can bring our spiritual practice into the streets, into our communities, when we see each realm as a temple, as a place to discover that which is sacred.

We function in a pack mentality. This is our tribe. And this is how we are exploited - sold a bill of goods and a household of products.

Find yourself by losing yourself for others.

The right to life is not a woman's issue. The Lord is the giver of life and only He can make choices about life. It is always a reward to have life ... only the Lord gives and takes life.

Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.

Don't live with writers. Writers are bastards.