Someone told me once that to create true art you must be willing to bleed and let others watch.

Books allow you to be whoever you want to be, to escape yourself for a while.

There isn't heartache if there hasn't been joy. I wouldn't feel loss if there hadn't been love.

True beauty, the kind that doesn't fade or wash off, takes time. It takes incredible endurance. It is the slow drip that creates the stalactite, the shaking of the Earth that creates mountains, the constant pounding of the waves that breaks up the rocks and smooths the rough edges. And from the violence, the furor, the raging of the winds, the roaring of the waters, something better emerges, something that would have otherwise never existed.

I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy, and when you get tired of looking at me, I promise I’ll sing.

News flash, Fern Taylor!" Ambrose barked, slamming his hand against the dashboard, making Fern jump. "Everything has changed! You are beautiful, I am hideous, you don't need me anymore, but I sure as hell need you!""You act like beauty is the only thing that makes us worthy of love," Fern snapped. "I didn't just l-love you because you were beautiful!" She'd said the L word, right out loud, though she'd tripped over it.

Sometimes a beautiful face is false advertising