"When did an old white guy yelling at me, telling me what to think become news? What gives him the right to tell me what to think? When was the last time he was in Iraq or Afghanistan or Sri Lanka... or anywhere that didn't have a beach?"

"No way. No way! You suck, Vanessa! I hope you choke on a condom and die!"

"Couldn’t she wait until effing November to off herself?"

"Everything happens for a reason."

"You killed Thomas didn't you?"

"We did this for you Reed. Remember that."

"Her parents checked her into a facility. Nothing drastic. Just a sort of spa retreat thing. So she can regroup."

"No, actually, I did that on purpose."

"Kid is on so many meds. He's like a walking pharmacy."

"My first funeral was for the first guy to ever see me naked. This could not be right."

"Those pictures of Dash were real however. I'm a lucky girl aren't I?"

"Thomas: I have a problem with alcohol... aren't you gonna say anything? Reed: What do you want me to say? Duh?"

"Some girls see themselves walking red carpets with movie-star boyfriends. Others, I'm sure, go the princess route. All I imagined my entire ninth grade year was this: Easton Academy."

"Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, That I have wasted half my day, And left my work but just begun."

"When on the ground red apples lie In piles like jewels shining, And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbines twining."

"When Time is spent, Eternity begins."

"Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?"

"The goldenrod is yellow; The corn is turning brown: The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down."

"Then, gazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down upon the world,—it seemed the whole world, so limitless it stretched away at her feet,—feeling that infinite unspeakable sense of nearness to Heaven, remoteness from earth which comes only on mountain heights, she drew in a long breath of delight, and cried: "At last! At last, Alessandro! Here we are safe! This is freedom! This is Joy!""

"We have flattered ourselves by inventing proverbs of comparison in matter of blindness,—"blind as a bat," for instance. It would be safe to say that there cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families."

"There is nothing so skilful in its own defence as imperious pride. […] Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second; and so on till death."

"The voice of one who goes before to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine Sweet May!"

"And every bird I ever knew Back and forth in the summer flew; And breezes wafted over me The scent of every flower and tree; Till I forgot the pain and gloom And silence of my darkened room."

"On the king’s gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead; And made his eldest son one day Slave in his father’s stead."

"[A]ll lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love."

"Like a blind spinner in the sun, I tread my days; I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways; I know each day will bring its task, And, being blind, no more I ask."

"What dost thou bring to me, O fair To-day, That comest o'er the mountains with swift feet?"

"Aspirations pure and high — Strength to do and to endure — Heir of all the Ages, I — Lo! I am no longer poor!"

"Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balm For eyes grown weary of the garish day! Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments gray, Thy veiling shadows, bearing in thy palm The poppy-seeds of slumber, deep and calm."

"O golden Silence, bid our souls be still, And on the foolish fretting of our care Lay thy soft touch of healing unaware!"

"But when a snow-flake, brave and meek, Lights on a rosy maiden's cheek, It starts—"How warm and soft the day!" "'Tis summer!" and it melts away."

"Whenever a snow-flake leaves the sky, It turns and turns to say "Good-bye! Good-by, dear cloud, so cool and gray!" Then lightly travels on its way."

"For ever and ever, my darling, yes— Goodness and love are undying; Only the troubles and cares of earth Are winged from the first for flying. Our way we plough In the furrow "now;" But after the tilling and growing the sheaf; Soil for the root, but the sun for the leaf— And God keepeth watch forever."

"But I believe that God is overhead; And as life is to the living, so death is to the dead."

"Life is a mystery as deep as ever death can be; Yet oh, how dear it is to us, this life we live and see!"

"This Life is a fleeting breath, And whither and how shall I go, When I wander away with Death By a path that I do not know?"

"I dwell no more in Arcady:— But when the sky is blue with May, And flowers spring up along the way, And birds are blithe, and winds are free, I know what message is for me,— Fotr I have been in Arcady."

"I hied me off to Arcady— The month it was the month of May, And all along the pleasant way The morning birds were mad with glee, And all the flowers sprang up to see, As I went on to Arcady."

"At end of Love, at end of Life, At end of Hope, at end of Strife, At end of all we cling to so— The sun is setting—must we go?At dawn of Love, at dawn of Life, At dawn of Peace that follows Strife, At dawn of all we long for so— The sun is rising—let us go."

"Bend low, O dusky Night, And give my spirit rest; Hold me to your deep breast, And put old cares to flight; Give back the lost delight That once my soul possest, When Love was loveliest,— Bend low, O dusky night!"

"Youth is thy gift—the youth that baffles Time."

"There is rust upon locks and hinges, And mold and blight on the walls, And silence faints in the chambers, And darkness waits in the halls."

"O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The voices of winter's sorrow Already we can hear.And we know that the frosts will find us, And the smiling skies grow rude, While we look in the face of Beauty, And worship her every mood."

"Already the dandelions Are changed into vanishing ghosts."

"What though our eyes with tears be wet? The sunrise never failed us yet.The blush of dawn may yet restore Our light and hope and joy once more. Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget That sunrise never failed us yet!"

"The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm; At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped; With lulling murmur, and the air was warm, And all the tumult and the trouble stopped."

"Thou great Creator! Pardon us who reach For other heaven beyond this world of thine, This matchless world, where thy least touch doth teach Thy solemn lessons clearly, line on line. And help us to be grateful, we who live Such sordid, fretful lives of discontent, Nor see the sunshine nor the flower, nor strive To find the love thy bitter chastening meant."

"The heart of God through his creation stirs, We thrill to feel it, trembling as the flowers That die to live again, — his messengers, To keep faith firm in these sad souls of ours.The waves of Time may devastate our lives, The frosts of age may check our failing breath, They shall not touch the spirit that survives Triumphant over doubt and pain and death."

"The barren island dreams in flowers, while blow The south winds, drawing haze o'er sea and land; Yet the great heart of ocean, throbbing slow, Makes the frail blossoms vibrate where they stand;And hints of heavier pulses soon to shake Its mighty breast when summer is no more, And devastating waves sweep on and break, And clasp with girdle white the iron shore."