You smell good, " he whispered into my neck. He was warm against me. Instinctively, I arched back into him and smiled. "Really?" "Mmm-hmm. Delicious. Like bacon.

Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.

I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care.

What would you do if I kissed you right now?"I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. "I would kiss you back.

He didn't look like the same person who picked me up this morning. Noah--sarcastic, distant, untouchable Noah--cared. And that made him real.

You could start a fire with the heat between you two.""You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.

I hate you, " I muttered.Noah smiled wider. "I know.

Your level of neuroses will only find love in a made-for-TV movie.

You're supposed to say, 'All I want is your happiness. I'll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'""Sorry, " Noah said. "I'm just not that big of a person.

My brother spent a large portion of the agonizingly slow drive to school banging his forehead on the stearing wheel.

I stifled a yawn. "It's too early to be such an asshat, Daniel.

Because you have been blessed with the gift of life, it is your duty to help others. We are all responsible for one another.

The Child is the Alpha and the Omega of a parent’s happiness.

The town is man's world but this (country life) is of God.

What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?

And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is buring?

Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined that he should not get it.

I don't know why women feel an affinity with me.

The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.

Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost, Who sums the treasure that it carries hence? Torn, trampled under feet, who counts thy cost, Star-eyed intelligence?

Om is the greatest, meaning the Absolute.