You of all people deserve a happy ending. Despite everything that happened to you you arent bitter. You arent cold. Youve just retreated a little and been shy and thats okay. If I were a fairy godmother I would give you your hearts desire in an istant. And I would wipe away your tears and tell you not to cry.-Rachel to Julia

A love story can never be about full possession. The happy marriage the requited love the desire that never dims--these are lucky eventualites but they arent love stories. Love stories depend on disappointment on unequal births and feuding families on matrimonial boredom and at least one cold heart. Love stories nearly without exception give love a bad name.We value love not because its stronger than death but because its weaker. Say what you want about love death will finish it. You will not go on loving in the grave not in any physical way that will at all resemble love as we know it on earth. The perishable nature of love is what gives love its importance in our lives. If it were endless if it were on tap love wouldnt hit us the way it does.And we certainly wouldnt write about it.

I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest -- blest beyond what language can express because I am my husbands life as fully as he is mine.

And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw may you not rest as long as I am living You said I killed you--haunt me then...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad only do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you

I love you even if there isnt any me or any love or even any life. I love you.

Falling in love is like getting hit by a truck and yet not being mortally wounded. just sick to your stomach high one minute low the next. Starving hungry but unable to eat. hot cold forever horny full of hope and enthusiasm with momentary depressions that wipe you out.It is also not being able to remove the smile from your face loving life with a mad passionate intensity and feeling ten years younger.Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board. No time to think about whats happening. Its inevitable. An event you cant control. A crazy heart-stopping roller-coaster ride that just has to take its course.

I love you more. I love you enough to let you go and live your dream. I tilted my head and shrugged. Dont you see.... I love you more.He smiled softly and I brushed some hair off his forehead. Running the backs of my fingers down his cheek I whispered And yes I will miss you more than you could possibly imagine but I know that you have to do this Kellan. And you know it too.Stubbornly he shook his head. No I know that I have to be with you. Everything else is just .... details.

Ill be your family now he says. I love you I say. ....He stares at me. I wait with my hands clutching his arms for stability as he considers his response. He frowns at me. Say it again.Tobias I say I love you.

I used to think I knew everything. I was a smart person who got things done and because of that the higher I climbed the more I could look down and scoff at what seemed silly or simple even religion.But I realized something as I drove home that night that I am neither better nor smarter only luckier. And I should be ashamed of thinking I knew everything because you can know the whole world and still feel lost in it. So many people are in pain-no matter how smart or accomplished-they cry they yearn they hurt.But instead of looking down on things they look up which is where I should have been looking too. Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing we all want the same thingscomfort love and a peaceful heart.

alone with everybodythe flesh covers the boneand they put a mindin there andsometimes a souland the women breakvases against the wallsand them men drink toomuchand nobody finds theonebut they keeplookingcrawling in and outof beds.flesh coversthe bone and theflesh searchesfor more thanflesh.theres no chanceat allwe are all trappedby a singularfate.nobody ever findsthe one.the city dumps fillthe junkyards fillthe madhouses fillthe hospitals fillthe graveyards fillnothing elsefills.