“Because I’m Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent. I can’t be celibate. Everyone knows that.
Now, as we stand three feet apart and stare at each other, I feel the full distance that comes with spending so much time apart, a moment filled with the electricity of a first meeting and the uncertainty of strangers.
Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.
...some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.
For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.
Disappointments in love, even betrayals and losses, serve the soul at the very moment they seem in life to be tragedies. The soul is partly in time and partly in eternity. We might remember the part that resides in eternity when we feel despair over the part that is in life.
I wanted to see the place where Margaret grew to what she is, even at the worst time of all, when I had no hope of ever calling her mine...
One loves truly only once in a lifetime, Julian, even if one isn’t aware of it.
Carlos Ruiz Zafón
I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.
We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!
Love makes the world go round? Not at all. Whiskey makes it go round twice as fast.
I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.
It’s not so much the journey that’s important; as is the way that we treat those we encounter and those around us, along the way
And I still love you in my own fucked-up way. I miss you, I really do. Can we still be friends?
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
In my crazy world, above all others...you were the only one who was the ugliest. And you were the only one...who was the most beautiful.... This is the unspoken truth.
If you say a word, it leaps out and becomes the truth. I love you. I believe it. I believe I am loveable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?