So go love someone that wants to love you back. Whoever that lad is will be one lucky person.

An cinniúnt, is dócha: féach an féileacán úd thall atá ag foluain os cionn mo choinnle. Ní fada go loiscfear a sciatháin mhaiseacha: cá bhfios dúinne nach bhfuil a fhios sin aige, freisin?

Forever?"Sam's lips smiled, but above his grin, his yellow eyes turned sad, as if he knew it was a lie."Longer.

When you are convinced that what you offer is yours, whether it be mediocre or of standard quality, your originality will make people love you in a way you did not expect.

His gut was stitched up good and tight, but that didn__ prevent it from flopping. He wiped his damp palms on the legs of his jeans and stood up shakily, leaning heavily on his cane.He called himself a masochist for putting himself through this torture day after day.He braced himself for the disappointment of having to go home alone.He braced himself for happiness like he__ never known in his entire life.He watched the door they would come through.

I turned on the water then returned to the door jamb. __hat__ not fair, you__e nice and clean.___ am?_ He took a few steps toward me.__ren__ you?___o,_ he scowled and shook his head. ____ dirty. But you knew that._ Now, if you haven__ heard an Irishman say the word __irty_ before, I will compare it with dynamite in your ovaries. They say it with like, seven Rs.