Love can make even nice people do awful things.

It was flattering to have someone listen so intently to something that was so personal.

I've come to realize that life is what you make it.

It's an odd thing about love. When someone you love cries, your heart melts. But when someone you don't love cries, you look at them and think, Why are you telling 'me' this?

I'm rather hoping to find the Evil Queen. I think she'd be much more fun.

On his face was an expression of absolute love. Melting, soul-touching, raw, unbridled love, the kind of person dies for, sacrifices and suffers for. It was the kind of love that a person would wait two hundred years to see fulfilled. It was True Love in its purest form.

Were I to die tomorrow, my soul would remember you. ~Nicholas Stafford