We never looked quite right on paper, but that's what made us so great. We were exactly what we wanted to be...and that was happy.

This is it, so please don't question it. I love you, I need you, and you mean everything to me. So, will you have me? Please put your all your eggs in one basket because I am doing the same. I don't want a life without you in it so please don't let me have one.

Just give me a chance. I know I'm not your first, and I'll somehow try to deal if I'm not your last. Just give me the honor of being able to say I shared part of my life and my heart with you. Just...leap.

You are the miracle in me. Forever and always, truly, madly, deeply.

From the very first moment I saw you, "Hi." "Hi."My heart has raced with adrenaline. Stomach full of butterflies and one mind hopelessly full of love.

Remember babe, hurting people hurt people. And that doesn't make it right, and it won't ever make it okay. I just don't want to see you with a hurting someone that hurts people every single day.

On my pillow was a note that read: "Everyday the mood gets jealous of the sun, but once the night comes you would never know a thing. Just like the sun gives it's light to the moon, no matter what the day brings, every night you'll know I'll always love you. Sleep Sweet. -A" He had my mind, my body, my heart, my soul. Like nobody else ever had.

Letting you go was a mistake.but now i have to wait for you rest of my life cause I can not afford to repeat my mistake

How do you stand it?" she said."Stand what?""All... this." Ella threw out her arm. "Does it not make you mad?"Clem glanced up. 'Much madness is divinest sense,' She said, and gave a small laugh. "There are plenty of mad women in here. I'm not sure I'm one of them though." She shrugged. "You'll get used to it.

No risk is more terrifying than that taken by the first root. A lucky root will eventually find water, but its first job is to anchor -- to anchor an embryo and forever end its mobile phase, however passive that mobility was. Once the first root is extended, the plant will never again enjoy any hope (however feeble) of relocating to a place less cold, less dry, less dangerous. Indeed, it will face frost, drought, and greedy jaws without any possibility of flight. The tiny rootlet has only once chance to guess what the future years, decades -- even centuries -- will bring to the patch of soil where it sits. It assesses the light and humidity of the moment, refers to its programming, and quite literally takes the plunge.