love

Why me?" she asked, holding on to him."Because you cared," he whispered. "You cared so much for your people, it broke your heart to see the pack in ruins. You cared so much for your mother, you risked your life for hers. You cared enough to save someone who wanted you dead. And because you walk like a queen.

The fastest and cheapest way to eradicate poverty is not by giving food but by giving hope, love, and education.

The Gospel shows people their wounds and bestows on them love. It shows them their bondage and supplies the hammerto knock away their chains. It shows them their nakedness and provides them the garments of purity. It shows them their poverty and pours into their lives the wealth of heaven. It shows them their sins and points them to the Savior.

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

While many of us give to the hungry orphan, we have forgotten to love her.

When the statistics have a face, poverty becomes personal.

Stop waiting for the right person to come into your life. Be the right person to come to someone__ life

Beloved, Dearest One:How I long to shout to the world our happiness. I feel that you and I are the only two people alive in the world - the only people that know the secret meaning of existence.I have no diamond rings, no gifts of love that other lovers have for their beloved. My poetry is all I have to offer you. And so I dedicate my collected verses, 'Poems of Poverty,' to you, beloved.Morris.

After all, is not a real Hell better than a manufactured Heaven?

Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am.

Greeting cards routinely tell us that everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all of the time.

Love makes you see a place differently, just as you hold differently an object that belongs to someone you love. If you know one landscape well, you will look at all other landscapes differently. And if you learn to love one place, sometimes you can also learn to love another.

There__ always that one guy who gets a hold on you. Not like your best friend__ brother who gets you in a headlock kind of hold. Or the little kid you__e babysitting who attaches himself to your leg kind of hold. I__ talking epic. Life changing. The __an__ eat, can__ sleep, can__ do your homework, can__ stop giggling, can__ remember anything but his smile_ kind of hold. Like, Wesley and Buttercup proportions. Harry and Sally. Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. The kind of hold in all your favorite _80s songs, like the __ust Have Been Love__, the __ake My Breath Away__, the __ternal Flame____he ones you sing into a hairbrush-microphone at the top of your lungs with your best friends on a Saturday night.

Katniss: I__ coming back into focus when Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home. Peeta: (Gives an unconvincing shake of head.)Caesar: Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl. Come on, what__ her name?Peeta: Well, there is this one girl. I__e had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I__ pretty sure she didn__ know I was alive until the reaping.Caesar: She have another fellow?Peeta: I don__ know, but a lot of boys like her.Caesar: So, here__ what you do. You win, you go home. She can__ turn you down, eh?Peeta: I don__ think it__ going to work out. Winning_ won__ help in my case.Caesar: Why ever not?Peeta: Because_ because_ she came here with me.Caesar: Oh, that is a piece of bad luck.Peeta: It__ not good.Caesar: Well, I don__ think any of us can blame you. It__ be hard not to fall for that young lady. She didn__ know?Peeta: Not until now.

The strength of a love is always misjudged if we evaluate it by its immediate cause and not the stress that went before it, the dark and hollow space full of disappointment and loneliness that precedes all the great events in the heart's history.

He didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't matter.

I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.