“At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family. My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father helped Caleb with his homework. There was a fire in the fireplace and peace in my heart, as I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and everything was quiet. I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.” PeopleHeartHomeKidsUsedMotherNightFatherHurtTalkingBoysFireMy HeartQuietHundredMy FamilyTablesCalmDinnerSupposed To BePleasantNeighborhoodStomachLaughedHomeworkDinner TableClamorScarvesFireplacesCaleb Author:Veronica Roth
“Romance? What is romance? Is it when I give you flowers? When I give you a gorgeous dinner? Or is it when I simply say, I love you. Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest and feels the strongest. Love is not finding someone to live with; it's finding someone you can't live without.” GivingFeelsLastsRomanceHurtLove IsLove YouFlowerFindingsDinnerStrongestGorgeousSay I Love YouFinding Someone Author:Raphael Montanez Ortiz
“When I first came up to the majors and I'd have a bad day, I'd punish myself. I would do something like not eat dinner. Now I've come to appreciate that we play 162 games a year, and you're going to have bad days. And not eating dinner hurts, it doesn't help.” YearsFirstsPlayHelpingGamesHurtEatingMajorsAppreciateDinnerBad DayEating Dinner Author:Todd Helton