If you think we'll get in, we'll get in. It's all about confidence, trust me.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.

Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.

Jack Force was more than she had ever dared wish for, and he was better than a dream or a fantasy because he was real. He was far from perfect, moody and distant at times, and burdened with sharp temper and an impulsiveness that was part of his dark nature. But she felt more love for him than she thought possible. He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her. (Schuyler Van Alen)

I still love you. I will always love you, and that is all that matters. I will forgive you anything, and I will forgive you this.

It didn't help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn't. She was just quiet.

When their lips met, and their tongues touched, it was like they were kissing in a hundred different places, and her senses were flooded with new sensations and old memoires. He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.