You don't put pressure on me to be something I'm incapable of being. You accept me exactly how I am.
You can't leave yet. I'm not finished falling in love with you. 
Question everything. Your love, your religion, your passion. If you don't have questions, you'll never find answers. 
Thank you for knowing exactly how to handle me, because sometimes I'm not even sure how to handle myself. 
Goals are achieved through discomfort and hard work. They aren't achieved when you hide out in a place where you're nice and cozy. 
It seems easier for her to just close the doors and not think about the stillness of the rooms behind them. 
This kiss is worth all the tears, all the heartache, all the pain, all the struggles, all the waiting. She's worth it all. She's worth more. 
Love is not found, love finds. 
Random Dude just put his lips in my hair. What. Is going. On. 
And looking up at him right now, half of me doesn't even want to fight him. I don't know if I should scream for help or rip off my clothes. 
Being around her could trigger her memory. I'm not sure that I'm ready for her to remember me yet. - Dean Holder 
I'm not a fan of inconsistency. 
We can't take back who we've been in the past, Charlie. But we can control who we are in the present. 
I used to think the best part of me died with Les, but the best part of me is standing right here in front of me. 
Every single person that spent a few bucks to buy a book that I wrote deserves a big thank you from my whole family. 
I don't like his serious glances. I don't like what they do to my stomach. I also don't like what his smiley smile does to my stomach 
I think I'm in need of an intervention. 
We're born into the world as just one small piece to the puzzle that makesup an entire life. 
Why didn't you tell me that the foundation you taught me to stand on is made from quicksand? 
You can't drown in Fred water if the cruise ship is full of salmon tacos." Sloan 
Oh my God!" Julia yells. "Are you kidding me, Will? Don't help her put her clothes back on! I'm standing right here!"What the hell am I thinking?
I lean my head back and close my eyes, attempting to figure out where I went right in my life to deserve her. 
Always remember there is nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name. 
I don't want you running anymore, Sky. What would have happened if you would have been by yourself? You run too much, 
She's familiar. My only familiar thing in a world of inconsistency and confusion. 
I like that he doubts us, but his loyalty to me trumps his reasoning. I'm sure very few people have that quality. 
I need to remember that there's more than one way people show love. And even though his way and my way are completely opposite, it's still love. 
I can't wait to pretend I hate you today.""I can't wait to pretend I hate you more.
Thank you for giving me the courage to always ask the questions, even when I don't want the answers. 
You should take note that simply because a girl makes your dick hard, that doesn't mean you have to go shove it inside her. 
I guess that's what makes lust so bittersweet. The feeling is beautiful, but the effort it takes to deny it is way too hard. 
It must be hard to move past the physical reminders of people you love. 
I bet you'll be there at six, too, right, Daniel? You like six? Is six good for you? 
She's not the kind of girl you choose your battles for. She's the kind of girl you fight to the death for. 
My heart broke, Sky. I didn't want you to be her 
Wow," he says, shaking his head. "You're kind of my hero. You just roasted a dead guy. 
It's been six years, Tate. Believe me when I tell you . . . I'm ready. 
You're beautiful. Every inch of you is so beautiful. 
Great. I'm crying now. I'm a purseless, crying, violent, homeless girl. And as much as I don't want to admit it, I think I might also be heartbroken. 
Staring is harmless, so why do I feel so guilty? 
Oh, my dear sweet baby Jesus in a wicker basket.-Sydney
Sometimes in order to save a relationship, you have to sacrifice it first. 
You don't deserve this life, baby, and there isn't a fucking thing I can do to make it better for you 
How the hell am I supposed to say goodbye to her tonight, knowing I'll never talk to her again? 
If I live the life I'm given, I won't be scared to die. 
I want to be your end, but you gotta let it begin. 
I want you to remember how it feels when I look at you. 
Fallon, we have been dating for two hours now. I can read you like a book, and right now i do believe that book is full of erotica. 
What's the difference?" I lower my mouth to hers once more. "You," I whisper. "I like kissing you. 
I'm not in love with Bridgette," he says calmly. "She's my sister. 
My body is a damn traitor. 
We're just two completely confused souls, scared of a much unwanted yet crucial goodbye. 
I don't understand my sudden obsession with staring at her, but i can't seem to stop. 
I refuse to look at him, because he'd probably kiss me and I know absolutely nothing about this guy, other than a couple of naked truths 
I...will never...regret you. 
I beg to differ. Lust sucks. I think you've played it up all these years. My vote is still with gluttony. 
I think about you every second of every day and I don't know how to get over you," she says."Don't," I beg her. "Please don't get over me.
Sometimes I miss them so much, it hurts me right here. It feels like someone is squeezing my heart with the strength of the entire goddamn world. 
What's another great mystery of Boston?Your name.
You have no idea how many times a day I think about invading your body. 
You are my wife. I'm supposed to be the one who protects you from the monsters. I'm not supposed to be one. 
In order to miss someone, that means you were privileged enough to have them in your life to begin with. And 
Sometimes when things get too real, my sarcasm takes over 
But I'm not falling in love with her piece by piece anymore. I'm in love with the whole girl. Every single piece of her. 
I wonder what people do when they have no place to go and no place to be. 
It's funny how he refuses to make eye contact during sex yet can't seem to keep his eyes off me the rest of the time. 
What you're feeling now, and the person you may reach with your words five years from now-that's why you write poetry. 
It's real, Six. You can't get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It's the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off. 
I may not be a role model, but at least I'm raising really smart children. 
Good Lord, I've got butterflies. 