"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us."
— Helen Keller

"I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit together at the table of brotherhood."
— Martin Luther King Jr.

"Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted."
— Albert Einstein

"Give me a museum and I'll fill it."
— Pablo Picasso

"Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens."
— Jimi Hendrix

"You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again."
— Maggie Stiefvater (Lament: The Faerie Queen's Deception)

"A day without sunshine is like, you know, night."
— Steve Martin

"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."
— Dr. Seuss

"A room without books is like a body without a soul."
— Marcus Tullius Cicero

"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."
— Mahatma Gandhi

"You should eat a waffle! You can't be sad if you eat a waffle!"
— Lauren Myracle (ttfn)

"You always get weirdos like Edward who seem to attract women for some reason. If Edward wasn’t a fictional character and you met him in reality he is like one of those guys who would probably be an axe murderer or something."
— Stephenie Meyer (The Twilight Saga)

"Then why are these plastic shields all over my rug?"
— Ruby Doyon

"You seem to really love people and dogs after it's too late, and they're already gone!!!!!"
— Ruby Doyon

"LOVE POEM: PART ONE:

I love you.
I need you.
I'm powerless without you.
Whenever I'm not with you,
My heart wells up
with exceeded amounts of pain.
But now you're in a different class
than me.
What shall I do.
My heart is broken into two.
Is there another girl you're into?
I don't know.
This poem is pointless.
You don't love me
The way that I love you.
Stupid me.
"Shut up, Ruby!"
I love you.
I need you.
I will now,
And I will forever."
— Ruby Doyon

"LOVE POEM: PART TWO:

I just figured out
What you've been hiding.
You like another girl.
I knew that not being
In my class
Would make you neglect me.
This girl isn't even pretty.
And she sure isn't nice to me.
So please, oh, please
Just love me.
The way that I love you.
I can't resist
the feeling I feel
about you.
None of my friends LOVE people.
They just have crushes.
But, no, you have to go
And be your amazing self.
I wish I could breath your air.
But now that air
Is filled with the breath
of that OTHER girl.
Not me.
I don't want to hate you.
But you broke my heart.
You were my first love.
I've had crushes before.
But you, you were...
Different.
My heart would wince
With loneliness
When I wasn't with you.
But, now, that feeling is still there,
But it's not the same.
Now I know you don't love me
The way that I love you.
My friends in your class would say,
"You like HIM?"
And I would say,
"Yeah, why?"
Then they would reply,
"Well he likes HER.", and then
Point to the evil being that is:
HER.
I would glare my hardest glare.
I would cry my biggest tears.
I couldn't take it.
I really couldn't.
And now I'm writing this stupid poem,
Hoping that you will read it,
And think about you and me.
I really don't understand.
I thought we, you know,
Had something.
But,
I
Guess
Not.
I was wrong.
Good luck with that other girl.
And don't starting crying back to me
When she dumps you
And I already have someone else.
You had your chance.
Sorry.
Too bad."
— Ruby Doyon

"LOVE POEM: PART THREE:

I'm confused.
Why?!
I mean, are you KIDDING me?
You are serious, right?
Fine.
Be that way.
Like HER, not me.
I don't care--I mean it's not like I won't find someone else.
But, I'll admit it, you're pretty darn cute.
I love you.
There, I said it.
Now if only I could actually say it to your face.
That's not possible.
Won't happen.
Just read this poem,
And assume it's you.
But, if it isn't you I'm talking about,
Then you're wasting precious time. "
— Ruby Doyon

" "No! Mom! Dad! Help!" I shrieked and tried to pull away, but it was like wriggling in a steel trap. Rock-hard arms dragged me toward the door. I managed to twist my neck around for one last look back at my parents, searing my memory with the horror on their faces, the tears in their eyes.
And right then I felt this whooshing sensation, as if a stiff, hot wind were blowing up against me. In an instant, blood rushed to my head, my cheeks flooded with heat, and sweat seemed to leap from my skin and sizzle. There was a buzzing around me, and then...
You won't believe me, but it's true, I swear.
I saw--and felt--foot-long flames burst out of every pore in my body. "
— James Patterson