‎People who talk less frequently notice more.

Jennifer Merrick had stored all her tears inside her, and her pride and courage would never permit her to break down and shed them.

Whitney: You black-hearted, treacherous, conniving scoundrel. Clayton: Your flattery warms my heart

Love" and all the obsessive behaviors associated with it, was an absurd emotion.

Elizabeth, if you want to be kissed, all you have to do is put your lips on mine.

Which brings me to the question of why we always 'fall' in love. One falls down steps, off ladders, into rivers and down mountains. If love is so wonderful, why don't we soar in love or climb in love?

Love can't be forced into existence,(...)It won't come simply because you will it to happen