If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.

You'll Pay and Pay and Pay Up Your Ass, I'll Make You Wish You Had Never Been Born...

I wish I could take it all back, but I can’t. And I definitely can’t un-feel a feeling.

I'm not difficult," Violet said. "I'm simple. I like good books and clever conversation and being left alone much of the time. How does that make me difficult? I make sense? I don't talk about my feelings, of course, but then, I don't want to." She shrugged. "So that's reasonable."

Sebastian smiled despite himself, a smile that felt bitter even to him. "God, no. Not feelings. Heaven forbid that you have anything so messy."

"I have feelings." She spoke stiffly. "I just don't talk about them. What's the point? Talking never changes them.

I wish I could compete again, but my good feeling is, these competitions are better as exhibitions.

The only thing I can tell you is when it's there, you know it. And when it ain't, no amount of wishful thinking will make it so.