Don't you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered - and I was delivered to you - to be worn. I want you to wear me, like a watch-charm or a buttonhole bouquet.
Being in love, she concluded, is simply a presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone.
Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.
without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live - I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.
Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure ... another chance in life.
I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.