Afraid to Die Loveless Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that's how you'll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen.

Sorry. But I don't need some money-grubbing preacher defining my relationship with God.

I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?

It wasn't my first kiss, maybe it wasn't my best kiss, but it was pretty fine, and the fact that he had asked will forever make that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender it made me cry.

Detailed descriptions, abstract ambitions, relevant observations, your's and mine.

The Screaming flashed me back to a time when mom and dad were still together if you could call miles apart together.

Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.