I have loved to the point of madness that which is called madness that which to me is the only sensible way to love.
That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.
This is the true measure of love When we believe that we alone can love That no one could ever have loved so before us And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.
For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire and Desire is always cruel.
Wow said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness giving it a nod of approval. This is amazing. What do you think buttercupI have no words I said honestly.He patted the spot beside him. Want to try it out
Do any of us except in our dreams truly expect to be reunited with our hearts deepest loves even when they leave us only for minutes and on the most mundane of errands No not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much we reason how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love
Love waits patiently. In the lobby. Ill be with you as soon as I can.
There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person however dear and beloved but an expansion an interpretation of ones self the very meaning of ones soul.
Sometimes that mountain youve been climbing is just a grain of sand and what youve been up there searching for forever is in your hands. When you figure out love is all that matters after all it sure makes everything else seem so small.
The Eskimo has fifty-names for snow because it is important to them there ought to be as many for love.
Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion.
Love is the kind of thing thats already happening by the time you notice it thats how it works and no matter how old you get that doesnt change. Except that you can break it up into two entirely distinct types -- love where theres an end in sight and love where there isnt.
A girl can wait for the right man to come along but in the meantime that doesnt mean she cant have a wonderful time with all the wrong ones
Shut uplet 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 youre just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and youre real. I dont have enough time in any day to think about you enough...I dont even think about women anymore. I think about you.
Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time.
I cant sleep I cant eat I cant do anything but think about him. At night I dream of him all day I wait to see him and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.
We can live without religion and meditation but we cannot survive without human affection.
One of the best times for figuring out who you are what you really want out of life Right after a break-up.
God is love she said. And he respects love whether its between a parents and child a man and woman or friends. I dont think he cares about religion one little bit. Live your life right. Love with all your heart. Dont hurt others and help those in need. That is all you need to know. And dont worry about heaven. If it exists youll be welcome.
So many days oh so many daysseeing you so tangible and so closehow do I pay with what do I payThe bloodthirsty springhas awakened in the woods.The foxes start from their earthsthe serpents drink the dewand I go with you in the leavesbetween the pines and the silenceasking myself how and whenI will have to pay for my luck.Of everything I have seenits you I want to go on seeingof everything Ive touchedits your flesh I want to go on touching.I love your orange laughter.I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.What am I to do love loved oneI dont know how others loveor how people loved in the past.I live watching you loving you.Being in love is my nature.You please me more each afternoon.Where is she I keep on askingif your eyes disappear.How long shes taking I think and Im hurt.I feel poor foolish and sadand you arrive and you are lightningglancing off the peach trees.Thats why I love you and yet not why.There are so many reasons and yet so fewfor love has to be soinvolving and generalparticular and terrifyingjoyful and grievingflowering like the starsand measureless as a kiss.Thats why I love you and yet not why.There are so many reasons and yet so fewfor love has to be soinvolving and generalparticular and terrifyingjoyful and grievingflowering like the starsand measureless as a kiss.