This isn't a game for me. I love you, Ivy, and one day you're going to believe me.

There's a gentleness about April that made me ache. It seemed like I was always on the run, always working and chasing some goal or another, but April had a way of holding me still. And then I'd begin to hurt and yearn for something I couldn't describe, something I hadn't known yet. All I knew was the ache itself and the strange, sweet feeling it was.

old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.

Then come on up. DO everyone a favor and shut me up," he said. "Put down your money, pick up that ball, and let it fly, looker." "I'd rather not" People laughed. He flapped his arms and squawked like a chicken "Afraid you can't throw that far?" "I know I can" He lifted his hat in a small salute to my claim. Blond curls slipped out, then he plopped the hat back on and said, "I dare you.

He leaned over her, the sun behind his head making a halo of gold, his face lit by the reflections off the water.

When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart

Creativity is no excuse for obnoxious behavior