“When you fall for the one that owns you, she’ll be the only one that has the power to make you cry.”

I had Lana and she was the number one player on my team

Or maybe I’d lost my soul already. I doubted God let someone like me keep any gift from him. It was highly likely I’d been born without one.

You’re my all-in Della. I’ll throw it all away for you. I just want you. I’m all in, baby. This life with you, I’m planning on us.

Don’t walk out of here. I can’t lose you.

My beautiful soul,”he murmured and caressed my cheek.”When you have the ultimate selfless sacrifice it paid my wrong.You proved to be worthy of my devotion.Of Death’s…love.

I smiled and ran my hand through his dark curls. “So, Death, what do we do now?

If I’d known Ashton wanted my attention at any point I would have pushed Nicole aside and given her my undivided attention. But most of the time she was wrapped in Sawyer’s arms and I needed the distraction Nicole provided.

He doesn’t deserve it. he can have any girl in the world’s love and he took yours. someone who deserves so much more than a summer fling

I laughed out loud and shook my head, “You’re crazy!” He nodded, “About you.

There’s a thin line baby. A thing line between love and hate.” – Cage York

She was crazy. I could be too. It was my greatest fear, that I’d snap one day too. Just like she had. I wanted to live life because if that day came I wanted to have lived once.

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.

Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

There must be a remedy even for such a crying evil as this [abortion]. But where shall it be found, at least where begin, if not in the complete enfranchisement and elevation of women?

And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?

Too often government responds to the whispers of lobbyists before the cries of the people.

I once cried because I had no shoes to play soccer, but one day, I met a man who had no feet.