"Not in death, but just in sleep, the fateful prophecy you’ll keep. And from this slumber shall you wake, when true love’s kiss, the spell shall break."
— It would’ve been better if we never met. None of this would’ve happened.
— Pocahontas, look at me. I’d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.
It’s like my heart is a tooth, and it’s got a cavity that can only be filled with children.