When did you stop caring? he asked.When did you start noticing? she replied.

Before I fellin love with words, with setting skies and singing birds—it was you I fellin love with first.

Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waitingfor the next x or o.

There is safety in numbness– there is solace in sleep.

I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.

I don't think all writers are sad, she said.I think it's the other way around—all sad people write.

She lends her pen, to thoughts of him, that flow from it, in her solitary.For she is his poet, And he is her poetry.

Xs and OsLove is a gameof tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.

First love, " said Ida with a sigh. "That's the one that kills you.

Because sooner or later, all kinds of love - crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.

Audrey, if you had the choice, would you rather be his muse or be in his arms?" "I want to be both. I know it's the exception rather than the rule, but I can't hepl what I want.

Can a farmer plants his seeds and then demand the crops to grow before harvest?

To be thrown upon one's own resources is to be cast into the very lap of fortune for our faculties then undergo a development and display an energy of which they were previously unsusceptible.

A lot of Thanksgiving days have been ruined by not carving the turkey in the kitchen.

If nothing in this world satisfies me, perhaps it is because I was made for another world.

freedom is anathema to dreams nurtured in captivity.

I measure my success by how happy I am, not how big the business is or how much money I've made.

To say that its wrong to feel this way is not the point; you do feel it. All you see is a flash of fire and, depending on your altitude, you don't even see that sometimes.

I think camping is one of those things where if you're forced into it as a child, you'll probably hate it as an adult.

I think every discovery of the world plunges us into jubilation, a radical amazement that tears apart the veil of triviality.

It is not His teachings which make Jesus so remarkable, although these would be enough to give Him distinction. It is a combination of the teachings with the man Himself. The two cannot be separated.