“After all, what was more important, in the end, than love?”

Did you know, you’re sort of beautiful?’ ‘You hit your head pretty hard, didn’t you?

It’s the strange world.’ ‘The strangest.

Too young,too young,she chanted to herself. Wrong,of course. I was older than her grandfather but according to my driver’s license,she was right.

There’s a difference between being in love and being in love with the idea of love.

You are the noblest, purest creature I’ve ever met. The universe will be a darker place without you, he whispered.

Billy wanted me to stay a safe distance from the most important person in my life. It turned out that his concern was, in the end, unnecessary. I was all too safe now.

Yeah, it’s an off day when I don’t get somebody telling me how edible I smell. – Bella Swan.

Driving at the speed limit–hideous thought.

Look after my heart – I’ve left it with you.

Why didn’t I just walk away? Oh right, because I’m a idiot.

He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. Would you please tell me what you’re thinking? Before I go mad?

The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow.

Edward: It wasn’t the worst night of my life. Jake: Did it make the top ten? Edward: Possibly. But, if I had been able to take your place last night, it would not have made the top ten of the best nights of my life. Dream about that.

Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.

Hate is a passionate emotion.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

When you go out with your crew of friends and you get into trouble, at the end of the night when you come home, you’re still the same crew of friends. It’s just the story that you have to tell.

So much pain. So many lives. Their darkness must end.

Start with the end in mind. If you want to be a millionaire, talk like one, act like one, work like one.

Thinking that what you want equals what’s best for you is a dead end.

You gotta fight. You gotta get out the negative energy. Don’t let it build up. You end up screaming at each other over something totally stupid, like, ‘Well, why’d you put this spoon in this drawer then?’ ‘

You see, Hansel and Gretel don’t just show up at the end of this story. They show up. And then they get their heads cut off. Just thought you’d like to know.

I always work on the songs all together up until the very end. I never mix a song and think, “Okay, now that one’s done.”

It is divinity that shapes, not only your ends, but also your acts, your words and thoughts.