Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile. ― Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song
He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ― Emily Brontë
Hate the sin, love the sinner. ― Mahatma Gandhi
Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited. ― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me. ― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
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