Day leans in toward me. He reaches up to touch my face. I can tell it still hurts him to use his fingers and his nails are dark with dried blood. Youre brilliant he says. But youre a fool to stay wish someone like me.I close my eyes at the touch of his hand. Then were both fools.
he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with.
If you follow the will of God you know that in spite of all the terrible things that happen to you you will never lose a final refuge. You know that the foundation of the world is love so that even when no human being can or will help you you may go on trusting in the One that loves you.
There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lovers enter the habits of the other. Things are smashed revealed in a new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences although the heart is an organ of fire.
Nothing of real worth can ever be bought. Love friendship honour valour respect. All these things have to be earned.
Think of two people living together day after day year after year in this small space standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs shaving in front of the same small bathroom mirror constantly jogging jostling bumping against each others bodies by mistake or on purpose sensually aggressively awkwardly impatiently in rage or in love think what deep though invisible tracks they must leave everywhere behind them
I know...and I love you. But I dont think we love each other in the same way. And...I think keeping you near me would destroy me.
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