Maybe we judge people too much by their looks because it's easier than seeing what's really important.
Maybe we judge people too much by their looks because it's easier than seeing what's really important.
Now that all the beauty of my old life is gone, I crave it like good. A beautiful thing like this rose: I almost want to eat it, to swallow it whole to replace the beauty I've lost.
A beautiful thing is precious no matter the price
Only when I heard her bedroom door open and close did I give in to my beast instincts and do a wild animal dance around the room.
A single white roes goes with everything, doesn´t it, and it symbolizes purity.
People make such a big deal about looks, but after a while, when you know someone, you don´t even notice anymore...
But Adrian, sometimes it's nice to let her be smart too.
Retribution. Poetic justice. Just deserts. Comeuppance.
But I am old now; my life is older. When I made the choice I made, I did not think it was forever. It is another thing to give up so young.
She wanted to leave. I loved her too much to make her stay.
But usually, I watched Linda read. I couldn't believe she'd read so much in summer! Sometimes she laughed, reading her book, and one time she even cried. I didn't know how anyone could make such a big deal about books.
Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.
Every girl pretends she is a princess at one point, no matter how little her life is like that.
Sometimes, unexpected things can happen.
I believed she'd gotten past ther hatred of me, turning to pity instead. But how could I make that into love?
That night I lay in bed, remembering the moment when her hand touched mine. I wondered what it would be like to have her touch me not by accident, to maybe have her let me touch her.
I just knew. There was no movie ending. There was only an ending.
That's what true love should be like-the person should be part of your soul and you should know what they're feeling all the time.
I took a punch at one of the rosebushes. It got its revenge by stabbing me in the hand.
The magic is over, but its effects will live forever.
I wouldn't have done it, but it scared me that I thought of it at all. I scared me.
This isn't a fairy tale. It's New York City.
It hurts too much so I don't want to talk about it.
Through her jacket, I could feel her heartbeat. It made me happy to know she was alive, was real, was there.
It's strange though. People make such a big deal about looks, but after a while, when you know someone, you don't even notice anymore, do you? It's just the way they look.
You ever think that school dances are a form of legalized prostitution?
Just because something is beautiful doesn´t mean it´s good.
You shouldn't miss someone who don't miss you, right?
Magic. It was magic, and the magic is called love.
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