Luke Perry Quotes

Luke diagnosed himself to be in love, and sought no cure for the disease.

Luke smells like coconut and sandalwood; all things that bring me straight back to the beach house Mom and Dad rent every year.

Scarlett, tell me to stop.” “No.” “I’m doing my best to stay in control here.” I jerked my hand to my side, closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. “Scarlett—” She leaned in close. The whisper of her breath skated across my chest. “Lose control, Luke.

She leaned in close. The whisper of her breath skated across my chest. “Lose control, Luke.

Being unafraid isn’t what makes you brave, beautiful,” Luke said. “Being brave means you look that fear in the face and admit that it scares the shit out of you. But you don’t give up anyway.

What do I want from life? I wanted to be the woman Luke got pregnant on a rainy day. I wanted to love the dog who’d be his best friend. I was still choosing other people’s dreams and trying to retrofit them as my own. If I was going to find my own answer, I had to make sense of my life. I had to unwind the mess. Starting with the truth. It was time to tell Luke everything.

It would be heartbreaking to walk away. But Luke deserved to have that dog one day. He deserved to get his wife pregnant on a rainy day and have her at his side beyond these walls. So I’d walk. Because if I didn’t have dreams of my own to fight for, then I’d fight for his instead.

Are you a good man?” Luke stared down at me, his dark blue eyes unwavering. “If you don’t know the answer to that already, I guess I’ve got some work to do.” Damn. That was a great answer.

Then say it was me. I got drunk. Came out here and was messing around. Started the fire on accident. Consider this my official confession.” “Hell, Emmett,” Luke muttered. Maybe I wasn’t going to ask him to ignore this, but I was still going to ask for a favor. And if I had to play all my chips as his friend, then so be it. “Is she worth it?” “Yes.” To save Nova this trouble, I’d take the fall.

It is not God’s decision if we go to hell. He gave that choice to us (Deut. 30:19). People choose to push God away and deny that Jesus is the only Way to eternal life. The Bible tells us how to stay out of hell (John 3:36; 14:6; Acts 4:12). We are also warned where we will go if we reject Jesus as our Lord and Savior and do not repent of our sins (Luke 13:3; Acts 17:30; Rev. 21:8). That is why Jesus said in Matthew 12:37, “For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned” (KJV). If you have said you don’t believe the Bible, your own words will condemn you. Don’t forget too that the God whom people accuse of being unloving is the same One who suffered a horrific death on the cross to keep us out of hell! All of us who are above the age of accountability are on the road to hell automatically. John 3:17–18 states that we are condemned already. This is because we are all born in sin (Ps. 51:1–5; 143:2; Rom. 3:10–12, 20, 23; 5:12). This is the reason Jesus came—to get us off that road we are on (John 12:47; Matt. 7:13–14; John 6:40). Perry Stone says in Secrets From Beyond the Grave, on page 183, “All men are born under a death penalty, and if a person does not remove this sin penalty passed on through Adam, that person is separated from God.”5 The choice is ours.

This isn’t black and white, Luke,” Dash said. “Never will be. There’s justice for Scarlett. She holds no blame here. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. You can’t balance the scales. You’ll go crazy if you try because there’s no such thing. We live in a gray world and you’ve got to pick the shade closest to white. So do what your heart tells you.

The sluice-gates of power are ever open, the sewage of its ambition poised to flood in. And hey presto. To become a septic tank full of demonic rectum-slurry is the unwitting ambition of many a well-intentioned would-be leader. And as Jesus had said, ‘when the heart is full, the mouth overflows’ (Luke 6:45).

If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily and follow Me. For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will save it.” – LUKE 9:23-24

Correa told him that people, including fictional ones, grieve in different ways. You can be a puddle of tears. Or angry and punch a wall. Or quiet with seemingly no reaction. It is nobody's business. There is no emotional roadmap. The only requirement is to be authentic to the moment, whatever that means right now. - said to KJ Apa following Luke's death

In Luke, Spelling saw what they all saw: untapped potential, but the difference was that Spelling was willing to stake everything on his belief in the untested actor. Here was this beautiful young man, burning with restless energy, and all he needed was a chance. He had the right kind of eyes: soulful, intelligent, and potentially all the more luminous by the lights of the camera. A compact muscular frame without an inch of flab. A smile that could slyly creep to fullness, or flash without self-consciousness.

For most of life's raw deals, there is no restitution, restorative justice, or recourse at all...

What I've found is that I'm very in touch with my feminine side," he said. "I ain't got no problem saying that. Any good actor is. And any good lover is. Meaning that women don't always want to be manhandled. A lot of times they want to be made love to by a man who can do it softly, like a woman." - quote from Luke

His soft brown eyes. The shine of his gravity-defying pompadour. God, she had loved him as Dylan McKay, the platonic ideal of the sensitive man hiding his wounds behind a shield of cool.

Luke, huh?” A deep voice echoed in the night and I gasped. “Didn’t see that one coming.” I whirled around, searching in the dark for the voice I’d spent five months forgetting. Then he was there, standing on the porch of the house next door. The house that had been empty for months with a for-sale sign in the frozen yard.

I was in Montana to fix my colossal fuckup and win back my girl. No more secrets. No more hiding. Presley was mine, and Luke had to go.

Time to lay it all out there. “Because I fell in love with you this summer.” I framed her face in my hands as she gasped. “Because you fell in love with me too. And because he’ll never kiss you like this.” Then I crushed my mouth to hers, hoping to erase every lick of Luke Rosen with every sweep of my tongue.

Christ compared the events surrounding His return to the days of Noah and Lot (see Luke 17:26-30). All students of prophecy are aware of the parallels of Noah and Lot: eating, drinking, getting married, buying, selling, planting, and so forth. People were going about their lives, unaware of the destruction that would soon befall them. There also was much evil, wickedness, and genetic corruption caused by these giants. Christ warned, “Even so will it be in the day when the Son of Man is revealed” (Luke 17:30).

Someone might attempt to fix the problem of the tongue by simply refusing to talk, but silence doesn’t regenerate or sanctify. To tame the tongue, we have to actually deal with who we are. “Out of the abundance of the heart [the] mouth speaks” (Luke 6:45). By dealing with not just the words we say but also the heart that determines the speech, we can work toward the unity of our words and our worship.

Being disconnected from the historical understanding of crucifixion as it relates to time and not just pain may be the reason for our partial grasp of Jesus’ words in Luke 9:23: “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.” We know this verse means dying to self, but how often have we seen in it the kind of patient, daily, drawn-out dying that will come of wearing our own cross.

Luke was ravenous. For me. Screwed-up head and all, he wanted me. Why? He could have any available woman. He was the ultimate catch. So why me? “Scarlett.” “Yeah?” I breathed. My hair fanned around me, bright against the dark quilt on his mattress. He bent to whisper in my ear. “Stop thinking.

Hold on to me, beautiful.” I gripped his triceps. “Like this?” “No.” He shook his head and brushed a lock of hair off my forehead. Then he touched the corner of his eye. “Hold on to me.” Luke didn’t need to worry. He had me transfixed.

One of the primary reasons the Western church has lost its surprise, spontaneity, and power is because of our propensity to measure everything. We count people, dollars, empty chairs, full chairs, small groups, parking spaces, minutes on the clock, graduates from our programs, and so on. In Luke 6:38, Jesus tells us that our measurements will come back to us, one way or another. The law of measurement is this: whatever measurement we use will be measured to us. This is both a promise and a warning.