“Beautiful, beautiful girl I can see the sadness you hold in your eyesBeautiful, beautiful girl I see all of the pain you bury insideBeautiful, beautiful girl How much I long to make you smileMake you happy for awhileBring back the back the light to your lifeBeautiful, beautiful girlHave you let me love you for awhileBeautiful, beautiful girl”

“I can't explain it, Ash. I look at you and I just can't look away. I look at you and even though I see all of the sadness and pain that you carry, what I really see is a beautiful soul buried beneath it. A beautiful soul who desperately wants to be happy. Who I want to make happy, more than anything else in the world....I, I can't explain it, I just want to fix that for you.”

“What is wrong with looking muscular? Muscles are beautiful. Strength is beautiful. Muscle tissue is beautiful. It is metabolically, medically, and philosophically beautiful. Muscles retreat when they're not used, but they will always come back if you give them good reason. No matter how old you get, your muscles never lose hope. Few cells of the body are as capable as muscle cells are of change and reformation, of achievement and transcendence.”

“Girl . I want you to know your not nice in anyway. You're Beautiful.”

“You could not be filled with hate and be beautiful. Like any other girl, I wanted to be beautiful. But I was filled with hate.”

“Schroeder, do you think I'm beautiful?""I think you're the most beautiful girl the world has ever known...""You hate me, don't you?”

“You see, I could no longer be trusted around beautiful things and my weakness was apparent”