There is love of course. And then theres life its enemy.

Yes I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when dark clouds have loomed over me. Let the rain come then if it must come And let it wash away the dust that hurt my eyes

Right now I had everything I could ask for. It wasnt a long list but it was a very satisfying one starting with the love of my life back in my arms.

Till I loved I never lived.

I will be with her again or I will die. There arent any other options

Time is too slow for those who wait too swift for those who fear too long for those who grieve too short for those who rejoice but for those who love time is eternity.

Child its a very bad thing for a woman to face the worst that can happen to her because after shes faced the worst she cant ever really fear anything again. ...Scarlett always save something to fear even as you save something to love...

Everyone has choices to make no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love..

Sometimes love is a surprise an instant of recognition a sudden gift at a sudden moment that makes everything different from then on. Some people will say thats not love that you cant really love someone you dont know. But Im not so sure. Love doesnt seem to follow a plan its not a series of steps. It can hit with the force of nature--an earthquake a tidal wave a storm of wild relentless energy that is beyond your simple attempts at control.

Sonnet 130My mistress eyes are nothing like the sunCoral is far more red than her lips redIf snow be white why then her breasts are dunIf hairs be wires black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damaskd red and whiteBut no such roses see I in her cheeksAnd in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing soundI grant I never saw a goddess goMy mistress when she walks treads on the ground And yet by heaven I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.