"Love? I think you have, Peter. And I daresay you've felt it yourself. For something... or... someone?"
"Never. Even the sound of it offends me. Why do you have to spoil everything? We have fun, don't we? I taught you to fly and to fight. What more could there be?"
"There is so much more."
"What? What else is there?"
"I don't know. I guess it becomes clearer when you grow up."
"Well, I will not grow up. You cannot make me!"
~Peter Pan (2003)
"Once, someone forgot the corkscrew and we were compelled to live on food and water for several days." ~W.C. Fields
"Did my heart love till now?
Forswear it sight,
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that's what you've given me. That's what I'd hoped to give you forever." ~Nicholas Sparks
"If you have formed the habit of checking on every new diet that comes along, you will find that, mercifully, they all blur together, leaving you with only one definite piece of information: french-fried potatoes are out." ~Jean Kerr
"As to marriage or celibacy, let a man take which course he will, he will be sure to repent." ~Socrates
"Rose! You're so stupid. Why did you do that? You're so stupid, Rose. Why did you do that? Why?"
"You jump, I jump, right?"
"Oh God! I couldn't go. I couldn't go, Jack."
"It's all right. We'll think of something."
"At least I'm with you."
"We'll think of something."
These scenes, their story not unknown,
Arise, and make again your own;
Snatch from the ashes of your sires
The embers of their former fires;
And he who in the strife expires
Will add to theirs a name of fear
That tyranny shall quake to hear,
And leave his sons a hope, a fame,
They too will rather die than shame;
For Freedom’s battle once begun,
Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son,
Though baffled oft is ever won.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!