Before I started (college), that's the advice my dad gave me. He said to pick classes based on the teacher whenever you can, not the subject...his point was that good teachers are priceless. They inspire you, they entertain you, and you end up learning a ton even when you don't know it.

She was a stranger now, but she'd been a friend once, and that was enough for him.

There is nothing like love. You should try it.” Thibault shrugged. “Maybe one day.

Dear John, There's so much I want to say to you, but I'm not sure where I should begin. Should I start by telling you that I love you? Or that the days I've spent with you have been the happiest in my life? Or that in the short time I've known you, I've come to believe that we were meant to be together? I could say all those things and all would be true, but as I reread them, all I can think is that I wish I were with you now, holding your hand and watching your elusive smile.

I am still yours, Allie, my queen, my timeless beauty. You are, and always have been, the best thing in my life

Finally getting control of myself, I kissed her again, then brought my hand to her face, gently running my fingers over her cheek. I marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness I saw in her eyes. Even now she was perfect.

As hard as it was, as terrible and unfair as the way things turned out, i wouldn't have traded the few days i spent with him for anything