I cried because I am starting to realize that to love someone, to really love them deeply, is to want them to be family.
I find my greatest strength in wanting to be strong. I find my greatest bravery in deciding to be brave.
I do believe that most of the times your life changes, you don't realize in the moment that it's on the cusp of being altered.
There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.
What is it about the moment you fall in love? How can such a small measure of time contain such enormity?
My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.
Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is to remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends.
The way you're singing in your sleepThe way you look before you leapThe strange illusions that you keepYou don't knowBut I'm noticingThe way your touch turns into arcsThe way you slide into the darkThe beating of my open heartYou don't knowBut I'm noticin
Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.
It doesn't have to be on Valentine's Day. It doesn't have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn't have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn't have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third date.It just has t
misgivings,n.Last night, I got up the courage to ask you if you regretted us."There are things I miss," you said. "But if I didn't have you, I'd miss more.
It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.
It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can't even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It's simply a matter of is and is
I want love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything. It can't do anything on it's own.It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.
You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?...'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24/7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche...or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can't hide. Every single successful song of the past fifty years can be traced back to 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding.
We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.
The key to a successful relationship isn’t just in the words, it’s in the choice of punctuation. When you’re in love with someone, a well-placed question mark can be the difference between bliss and disaster, and a deeply respected period or a cleverly in
