The only love that I really believe in is a mothers love for her children.

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely though when I hate I hate murderously. For example now I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I also hate Dutch paintings penis-sucking parties and cold rainy weather. But I am much more preoccupied with loving.

There could have been no two hearts so open no tastes so similar no feelings so in unison

Even when Im dead Ill swim through the Earthlike a mermaid of the soil just to be next to your bones.

You who suffer because you love love still more. To die of love is to live by it.

Falling for him would be like cliff diving. It would be either the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me or the stupidest mistake Id ever make.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

How far would you go to keep the hope of love alive

Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.

He wasnt the type for displays of affection either verbal or not. He was disgusted by couples that made out in the hallways between classes and got annoyed at even the slightest sappy moments in movies. But I knew he cared about me he just conveyed it more subtly as concise with expressing this emotion as he was with everything else. It was in the way hed put his hand on the small of my back for instance or how hed smile at me when I said something that surprised him. Once I might have wanted more but Id come around to his way of thinking in the time wed been together. And we were together all the time. So he didnt have to prove how he felt about me. Like so much else I should just know.