Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.
We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again.
Who, being loved, is poor?
I fell in love with him. But I don't just stay with him by default as if there's no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.
The saddest people I've ever met in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there's nothing to make it last.
A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.
I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand.
I'm saying that I'm a moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous, borderline homicidal bitch, and I want you to promise me that you're okay with that, because it's who I am, and you're what I need.
Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.
People have forgotten this truth," the fox said. "But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.
I'm not sentimental. I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,is that the sentimental person thinks things will last. the romantic, person has a desperate confidence that they won't.
Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.
I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.
Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.