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You were wrong yesterday. When you said the kids in the clubs were just there for decadence. I think it’s more like romance, and hope, and inspiration. And that feeling that you get when other human beings pick up basic instruments and make sense of your world.

Well I’d like to say yes but honestly ….I don’t really think people can change, you know, at the end of the day you are who you are and it’s probably who you’ve always been.

It’s not about that, it’s not--I--I thought that it was but this is not about her. This is about me … I love you, and I probably always will but we go days without having a meaningful conversation … and I use to miss you so much when that happened. But it never seemed like you missed me and I guess because of it I stopped missing you.

We spend all this time building something up and then we don't enjoy it. We sit there terrified something's gonna take it away form us.

Lucas: Do people always fall in love with the rebounds?
Brooke: Everytime. But it's not real love. Your head tricks you into it to protect you from the crushing pain your heart is putting you through.

You think you know me, but you don't, and that means you don't know what I can do. You see me as someone who has all the answers, and that's not true. I may not always know what I'm doing but I'll try to make things better. And when I make a mistake, just face it, because we all do. I promise I'll ask you for help. I can't do this alone but If you take a chance on me, We'll do great thigs together. I promise if you believe in me, I'll find the courage to reach your every dream. John F. Kennedy once said the courage of Triumph is a magnificent mixture of triumph and tragedy, a man does what he must in spite of consequences, in spite of obstacles, dangers and pressures and that is the basis of all morality.

That's where they get you... thinking you got a choice. Love finds you, son. You don't find love. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, what's written in the stars, and a lot to do with the simple fact that most women are smarter than we are. And wily.

Grief is like the ocean. It's deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night...quiet, persistent, unfair...diminished by time and faith and love.

Just like you can't prove love with a test. I mean, this is just a score on a sheet of paper. Sure, Haley and I have our differences, but this test doesn't show how hard we’ve worked to keep this relationship together, or that I can’t stand it when we're apart, or that every time I look at her I know that I'm gonna be with her for the rest of my life. We love each other father, no test is going to show that.

Sometimes I wonder if anything's absolute anymore. Is There Still right and wrong? Good and bad? Truth and lies? Or is everything negotiable,left to interpretation, grey. Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth, transform it, cause we're faced with things that are not of our own making. And sometimes things simply catch up to us.

There are 82 letters in here, and they're all addressed to you. I wrote them all this summer. One a day, but I never sent them 'cause I was afraid....I was afraid of getting my heart broken again, like before. 'Cause you hurt me so bad, and I was afraid to be vulnerable. And I was afraid of you and the way that you make me feel. And I know that doesn't matter now after what I did, but I just thought that you should know. This was how I spent my summer Luke, wanting you... I was just too scared to admit it.

Peyton: Fine. So, this is how it ends. A ten year friendship that survived two dead moms, three absentee parents, shoplifting, jail time and we can’t survive one boy.
Brooke: Not one boy. My boy!

There was a high school basketball game tonight somewhere in America. A team won and a team lost. That's not the real story. The real story is about fathers and sons. It's about life and time and change. Girls and boys went to the game. They dressed and hoped to fit in. Some did. Some didn't. It's a story that has history and chapters yet to be written. There was a high school basketball game tonight somewhere in America. Reporters will report. They'll tell you who the high scorer was and what the keys to the game were. But that's not the real story. As a matter of fact, that's not the story at all."

People can change. They just don’t because it’s easier not to. We’re always waiting for our lives to begin, like figuring we’ll be someone else someday. But what are we waiting for? All we have is now. Don’t run from this.