The irony of life is to realize that you live only to die.
Pain is just a state of mind. You can think your way out of everything, even pain.
There is no moment more precious than the exact moment you are living now
The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
Maybe kissing is sort of like nature’s coffee.
See Scott run,
Run Scott run.
See Scott die,
No such luck.
The funny thing about stop signs is that they’re also start signs.
She still felt like a punked-out, faux-leather-wearing, free-thinking Bratz doll in a sea of Pretty Princess of Preppyland Barbies.
I am exhausted by trying to get along with the Lord.
Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vechile with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him.
