Love was more than blind. It was deaf and dumb, too. It was catatonic. It was vegetative.

If you want to mess with me, you'd rather be ready for the consequences.

Luck doesn't shine her light on each of us equally. She is arbitrary, irrational, unfair and sometimes downright cruel.

The human heart was undeniably the stupidest organ in the body.

No matter when you were born or where, puberty is the same. It's the same for your parents as it is for you - what's happening in your body dictates everything.

the more the merrier. so enjoy reading more books

It's so trendy, almost bleeding to death. All the cool girls are doing it.

She needed to get out of there. Her brains, thankfully, were still safely in her skull, but her emotions were splattered on the pavement.

I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you’re not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet.

When I first heard the word existential, I didn't know what it meant. But then I found out that no one knows what it means, so now I use it all the time.

As pathetic as it was, she'd rather hold on to the possibility of something perfect than be hit with the reality of nothing much.

The commendable efforts of preachers to Europe is that people began to understand that wealth and success is not a matter of luck.

By amending our mistakes, we get wisdom. By defending our faults, we betray an unsound mind.

Spirits that have once been sincerely united and tended together a sacred flame, never become entirely stranger to one another's life.

History more often records the brilliant successes and spectacular defeats of contending forces than the effect of war on the common people.

The truth is that I am not a frump... I just enjoy being laid back.

We all have nightmares, we all wake up, we all have certain ideas of something that could be hiding around the corner and the question of does that really exist, but we get on with our lives.

Reason #7 For Not Getting a Tattoo: People will know you are running your own life, instead of listening to them!

The soul has many motions, body one.

Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.