Love is an engraved invitation to grief.

Love being in love isnt a constant thing. It doesnt always flow at the same strength. Its not always like a river in flood. Its more like the sea. It has tides it ebbs and flows. The thing is when love is real whether its ebbing or flowing its always there it never goes away. And thats the only proof you can have that it is real and not just a crush or an infatuation or a passing fancy

Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.

Its the way he had a cup of tea waiting for me when I woke up. Its the way he turned on his laptop especially for me to look up all my Internet horoscopes and helped me choose the best one. He knows all the crappy embarrassing bits about me that I normally try to hide from any man for as long as possible and he loves me anyway.

Love comes with a knife not some shy question and not with fears for its reputation

I know Im a bad bargain. But Im begging you to have me anyway. Because I want a chance to make you as happy as you make me. I want to build a life with you.He fought to steady his voice. Please come to me Cat because theres no surviving you. You dont have to love me back. You dont have to be mine. Just let me be yours.

Ive got a way with love. Away with love.

Wisdom is knowing I am nothingLove is knowing I am everythingand between the two my life moves.

When you love someone you dont have a choice.

contiguous adj.I felt silly for even mentioning it but once I did I knew I had to explain. When I was a kid I had this puzzle with all fifty states on it--you know the kind where you have to fit them all together. And one day I got it in my head that California and Nevada were in love. I told my mom and she had no idea what I was talking about. I ran and got those two pieces and showed it to her--California and Nevada completely in love. So a lot of the time when were like this--my ankles against the backs of your ankles my knees fitting into the backs of your knees my thighs on the backs of your legs my stomach against your back my chin folding into your neck--I cant help but think about California and Nevada and how were a lot like them. If someone were drawing us from above as a map. thats what wed look like thats how we are. For a moment you were quiet. And then you nestled in and whispered. Contiguous. And I knew you understood.