“Jika kita menyukai sesuatu, bagaimanapun keadaannya, kita hanya akan tetap menyukainya. Rasa suka itu tidak akan terpengaruh oleh faktor lain. Suka, ya, suka, dan akan begitu walau dilihat dari sudut pandang mana saja.”

“I am sure that God has given all his time in making you, the remaining human race has been created in haste.”

“Does he lay with you in the grass? Does he stare up at the stars, speaking of his dreams, wishing he could roll over and kiss you and run his fingers along the breasts that tease him beneath the shirt–the shirt he knows he will carry home with him and smell and, God help him, sleep in, just so that he could be close to you?”

“Lips that have tasted the salt of tears always give the sweetest kiss.”

“Aku tidak percaya akan cinta pada pandangan pertama. Tapi harus kuakui, aku menyukai apa yang kulihat pada pandangan pertama.”

“I don’t know who he was,” Kavita flat-out states, “but whoever he was he sure did a number on you, didn’t he?”Mary leans forward to ensure he would see her deviant stare. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I did a number on him?”Kavita leans in closer as well, and with that same deviant expression, “Yes. I have.”

“Bila hidup ini memang pertarungan, kita baru tahu siapa yang menang dan kalah di akhir kehidupan. Selama kita masih bernapas, masih ada kesempatan untuk menang.”

“Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma”

“Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. “Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?””Just the usual.” She answers. “Shattered dreams.”

“It seemed as if some subtle current of recognition had passed between them… not as if they had met before… but as if they had come close several times until finally an impatient Fate had forced their paths to intersect.”

“Give me agony or give me death,I’ll take thy heart as eternal breath”

“Suddenly she felt strong and happy. She was not afraid of the darkness or the fog and she knew with a singing in her heart that she would never fear them again. No matter what mists might curl around her in the future, she knew her refuge. She started briskly up the street toward home and the blocks seemed very long. Far, far too long. She caught up her skirts to her knees and began to run lightly. But this time she was not running from fear. She was running because Rhett’s arms were at the end of the street.”

“This isn’t your world. It’s your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.”