“I loved her. I loved her with a something so fierce I couldn’t even name it.”

He’d made sure i had something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.

I’ve been loved in life, but all that matters now is that I’m loved by you.” -Eva

She may have had enough time to deal with things. What if she does come back? What will you do?” Grant asked me. What would I do? I’d beg.

I want whatever part of you I can have.

Girl, there ain’t a boy in this town who can hold a candle to Beau Vincent with his shirt off.

In the screwed-up life I’d been dealt, she was my only source of comfort.

He wasn’t what sent me running. He was what had made me want to stay.

The fact I want…no, I need for us to be exclusive until we part ways when we head off to college

Fine. You don’t want to be good enough for me, then you will never be. I deserve someone who wants to be what I need.

Last night I’d made love to a woman for the first and last time. It had been amazing and I had a memory that would shape the rest of my life.

Ashton grinne and raised her eyebrows. “I can’t believe you’re telling me a Vincent boy brought you to Grove, Alabama and not me.” Shrugging, I returned her smile. “They’re heard to resist.” “Don’t I know it.”

Things happen in life and you can’t control them. It sucks and you have to move on.

Then the fear all humans felt when met with Death’s gaze came over his face. That’s right buddy, I’m Death, now move away from my girl.

Because I’ve had a taste and I’m not sharing. This isn’t just for fun. I may be slightly addicted.

She wouldn’t come back. She hated me. She hated Nan. She hated my mom. She hated her father. She wouldn’t come back here… but God, I wanted her to.

Sometimes the answer we need is in our heart. We just have to listen to it.

Love fiercely, that even in your absence you linger.

And feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

She can be dainty and still have claws. She can be sweet and still make fire. That’s her magic.

He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.

Her touch is tender but her fierce heart is untamed. She doesn’t know how to love gently. She will drown you with her unyielding passion.

The world was expecting her to be a beautiful flower. Society behaved in such a way that turned her into a fierce sword.

Courage in you need to be more fierce.