Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.
All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.
Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.
The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children
Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them
I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.