The whole world is divided for me into two parts: one is she, and there is all happiness, hope, light; the other is where she is not, and there is dejection and darkness...
Forgiveness is the name of love practiced among people who love poorly. The hard truth is that all people love poorly. We need to forgive and be forgiven every day, every hour increasingly. That is the great work of love among the fellowship of the weak that is the human family.
Henri J.M. Nouwen
I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
Jonathan Safran Foer
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.
Shut up…let me tell you, LET ME. Every time I look at your face or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day to think about you enough...I don’t even think about women anymore. I think about you.
Where you go, I shall go; where you die, I shall die, and there will I be buried.
Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.
One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
The center will hold.”
“How do you know?”
“Because we are the center.
You say you’re sure? Sure that you’re in love? How can you know it? You think love is so simple?
I never want to be away from you again, except at work, in the restroom or when one of us is at a movie the other does not want to see.
To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken.
Dark Jar Tin Zoo
A man in love can do extraordinary things, I don’t care if you’re an angel, you’re my angel, and I won’t let you go.
She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?
A truth should exist, it should not be used like this. If I love you
is that a fact or a weapon?
Yes, I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when dark clouds have loomed over me. Let the rain come then if it must come! And let it wash away the dust that hurt my eyes!