Touchstone watched suddenly conscious that he probably only had five seconds left to be alone with Sabriel to say something to say anything. Perhaps the last five seconds they ever would have alone together.I am not afraid he said to himself.I love you he whispered. I hope you dont mind.
The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care
We are so limited you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isnt that a shame we dont have many more ways to say it
Its impossible he snapped. Why Because Im Sebastian Lord St. Vincent. I cant be celibate. Everyone knows that.
Do you think its easy for me No I dont remember you. I dont remember holding you or talking to you or falling in love with youbut I walk around with a giant hole in my heart all the time. I feel your absence every second of the day. It aches and nothing soothes it. Losing you is bad enough but I dont even get the comfort of remembering that I had you once.-Haden
Love is Not AllLove is not all it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath Nor clean the blood nor set the fractured bone Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak for lack of love alone. It well may be that in a difficult hour Pinned down by pain and moaning for release Or nagged by want past resolutions power I might be driven to sell your love for peace Or trade the memory of this night for food. It well may be. I do not think I would.
Right then I wanted to go back in time and relive every moment with him. One more secret smile one more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didnt know I was searching for. Hed come into my life too late and now was leaving too soon. I remembered him telling hed give up everything for me. He already had.
Why is the measure of love loss
She put one hand on mine. When someone is in your heart theyre never truly gone. They can come back to you even at unlikely times.
Time has no meaningLove will endure..
I believe that every single event in life happens in an opportunity to choose love over fear.
Love is not a consequence. Love is not a choice. Love is a thirst. A need as vital to the soul as water is to the body. Love is a precious draught that not only soothes a parched throat but it vitalizes a man. It fortifies him enough that he is willing to slay dragons for the woman who offers it. Take that draught of love from me and I will shrivel to dust. To take it from a man dying of thirst and give it to another whilst he watches is a cruelty I never thought you capable of.
Love After LoveThe time will come when with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door in your own mirror and each will smile at the others welcome and say sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self.Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself to the stranger who has loved you all your life whom you ignored for another who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf the photographs the desperate notes peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
When I walk I walk with you. Where I go youre with me always.
Love is like breakfast with Mildred. Whos Mildred How the heck should I know I dont eat breakfast.
This is what I know. Dont settle for 40 50 or even 80 percent. A relationship-it shouldnt be too small or too tight or even a little scratchy. It shouldnt take up space in your closet out of guilty conscience or convenience or a moment of desire. Do you hear me It shold be perfect for you. It should be lasting. Wait. wait for 100 percent.
I have loved to the point of madness that which is called madness that which to me is the only sensible way to love.
I am surprised how difficult for people is to say I love you. They only say the three magic words when they are sure they will hear I love you too back. Cmon Spread the energy of love without expecting anything Cowards are incapable of expressing love it is the prerogative of the brave
I love you more than songs can say but I cant keep running after yesterday...
Perfect love is the most beautiful of all frustrations because it is more than one can express.