Maybe that's what love is. Giving others the power to hurt you and trusting they'll use it to heal you instead.

It’s probably my job to tell you life isn’t fair, but I figure you already know that. So instead, I’ll tell you that hope is precious, and you’re right not to give up.

There are much more important qualities to have than a docile disposition.

Pain is such a useful thing. It corrects us when we're wrong. It shapes our character. It teaches us that we're alive.

I love how you still think if you tell me to do something, I'll just check my brain at the door and do it.

I reach up and pat them both on the head. "Poor things. If you had a boy that looked like Logan, you'd be kissing him every chance you had, too.

And for me, it means honoring those who've loved me and sacrificed for me by choosing to be the kind of warrior who delivers justice even when it threatens to hurt me.

Sometimes the thing you think will fix everything ruins it instead. And sometimes what hurts you has to tear you apart before it makes you stronger.

Thank you for telling me fairy tales, but also for teaching me how to face the battle I'd need to win in real life.

Sometimes having courage means the hardest tasks fall onto your shoulders, and those leave the biggest scars.

Let Ian laugh. Let him believe pain will ruin me. I know better. I've already been ruined once, and I know how to rise from the ashes. I know how to find my broken pieces.

Family is the only why of life

Psi and/or magical powers, if real, are nearly useless.

It matters not how strait the gate How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

We didn't set out to be educators or even scientists, and we don't purport that what we do is real science but we're demonstrating a methodology by which one can engage and satisfy your curiosity.

Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.

Football is a simple game. It's just very hard to play it simple.

What was it with me and organized beatings, anyway?

On the road to truth, only those who do not know what tiredness and fear means reach the truth!

It is harder to see than it is to express. The whole value of art rests in the artist's ability to see well into what is before him.

Speak on, but be not over-tedious.