Love, how often that word came up in books over and over again. If you had wealth and health, and beauty and talent...you had nothing if you didn't have love. Love changed all that was ordinary into something giddy, powerful, drunken, enchanted.

We lived in the attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, and me, Now there are only three.

Unless i'm reading an assignment or doing a paper or taking a test, i'm thinking about you.

I never realized that the blue sky I saw was not the soft, nurturing sky of spring, but the cold, chilling, lonely sky of winter

Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies.

A flower blooms best in a happy pot.

Time doesn't heal scars as most people commonly think. It simply makes them firmer, stiffer. One must accept it and not hope to mend and return to what he or she once was.