The world needs more love at first sight.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Grace Brisbane. There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was good with numbers, and very good at lying, and she made her home in between the pages of books. She loved all the wolves behind her house, but she love one of them most of all.

Mutual, respectful, enduring love is completely attainable as long as you swear you won't settle for less.

I never taught him to break him thumb." "That's Gansey for you. Only learns enough to be superficially competent." "Loser," Ronan agreed, and he was himself again.

And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.

His wife's a brand of Christian that forbids a gathering that involves young women dancing in the streets but not races where men die

Fro and to in my dreams to you To the haunting tune of the harp For the price I paid when you died that day I paid that day with my heart Fro and to in my dreams to you With the breaking of my heart Ne'er more again will I sing this song Ne'er more will I hear the harp.