I love you,' Buttercup said. 'I know this must come as something of a surprise to you, since all I've ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm. Your eyes are like that, did you know? Well they are. How many minutes ago was I? Twenty? Had I brought my feelings up to then? It doesn't matter.' Buttercup still could not look at him. The sun was rising behind her now; she could feel the heat on her back, and it gave her courage. 'I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. I love you so much more now then when you opened your hovel door, there cannot be comparison. There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey. Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will do that. Do you want me to crawl? I will crawl. I will be quiet for you or sing for you, or if you are hungry, let me bring you food, or if you have thirst and nothing will quench it but Arabian wine, I will go to Araby, even though it is across the world, and bring a bottle back for your lunch. Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do. I know I cannot compete with the Countess in skills or wisdom or appeal, and I saw the way she looked at you. And I saw the way you looked at her. But remember, please, that she is old and has other interests, while I am seventeen and for me there is only you. Dearest Westley--I've never called you that before, have I?--Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley,--darling Westley, adored Westley, sweet perfect Westley, whisper that I have a chance to win your love.' And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done; she looked right into his eyes.

You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass, since she's the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!

I like to talk about my obsession with french fries because I don't want people to think that 'Let's Move' is about complete utter deprivation. It's about moderation and real-life changes and ideas that really work for families.

Realize what you really want. It stops you from chasing butterflies and puts you to work digging gold.

Lord give us the wisdom to utter words that are gentle and tender for tomorrow we may have to eat them.

Few of the many wise apothegms which have been uttered have prevented a single foolish action.

I felt very unstressed on my wedding day. I'm very grateful for that... spending the day on my own being super quiet and happy and just puttering around doing my own thing.

Truth uttered before its time is always dangerous.

Every man has a right to utter what he thinks truth and every other man has a right to knock him down for it. Martyrdom is the test.

Friendless. Having no favors to bestow. Destitute of fortune. Addicted to utterance of truth and common sense.

You may be right that people say: 'You know what we had Obama. He was inexperienced. The guy had great rhetoric sounded good looked good but has turned out to be an utter disaster. I want someone where I have confidence and credibility that they're up to the job and that I can trust what they tell me.'

Few delights can equal the presence of one whom we trust utterly.

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.

Adele Adkins' retro-soul debut '19' was striking less for her songs than for that voice: a voluptuous slightly parched alto that swooped and fluttered like a Dusty Springfield student trying to upstage her teacher or at least update the rules.

God is stronger than their strength more loving than their uttermost love and in so far as they have loved and sacrificed themselves for others they have obtained the infallible proof that God too lives and loves and gives Himself away.

I don't necessarily love the sports per se I love the stories behind them. Also in a kind of perverse way I like to study what it does to us why we care so much. It's caring about something that's utterly meaningless.

No one is so completely disenchanted with the world or knows it so thoroughly or is so utterly disgusted with it that when it begins to smile upon him he does not become partially reconciled to it.

When I was a child people simply looked about them and were moderately happy today they peer beyond the seven seas bury themselves waist deep in tidings and by and large what they see and hear makes them unutterably sad.

If I am still doing what I'm doing and I still have respect in this town haven't done anything completely and utterly stupid then I'll be happy with myself.