“And that's an even greater love: to love somebody when he's a little...worn at the edges. —Teddy Bear”

“Hey. My life’s not all about weird little creatures pretending to be teddy bears.” From Tribe of the Teddy Bear.”

“Congratulations, love. You traded up. Does he treat you well?''He's a teddy bear,' I said.Teddy bear looked like he was suffering from murder withdrawal.(Rene and Kate on Jim!)”

“Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom:If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved”

“in the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.”

“This bear looks well-loved.” He gently lifted the hairless, torn bear that Livia kept in a prominent position on her shelf.“That’s Teddy. He’s my favorite.” Livia felt herself blush.“Obviously. What a lucky bear.” Blake sniffed the frazzled old toy. “He smells just like you.”