We are so limited you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isnt that a shame we dont have many more ways to say it

Its impossible he snapped. Why Because Im Sebastian Lord St. Vincent. I cant be celibate. Everyone knows that.

Do you think its easy for me No I dont remember you. I dont remember holding you or talking to you or falling in love with youbut I walk around with a giant hole in my heart all the time. I feel your absence every second of the day. It aches and nothing soothes it. Losing you is bad enough but I dont even get the comfort of remembering that I had you once.-Haden

Love is Not AllLove is not all it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath Nor clean the blood nor set the fractured bone Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak for lack of love alone. It well may be that in a difficult hour Pinned down by pain and moaning for release Or nagged by want past resolutions power I might be driven to sell your love for peace Or trade the memory of this night for food. It well may be. I do not think I would.

Time has no meaningLove will endure..

Love After LoveThe time will come when with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door in your own mirror and each will smile at the others welcome and say sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self.Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself to the stranger who has loved you all your life whom you ignored for another who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf the photographs the desperate notes peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

I have loved to the point of madness that which is called madness that which to me is the only sensible way to love.

Theres no need to wait for the bad things and bullshit to be over. Change now. Love now. Live now. Dont wait for people to give you permission to live because they wont.

Half the night I waste in sighsHalf in dreams I sorrow afterThe delight of early skiesIn a wakeful dose I sorrowFor the hand the lips the eyesFor the meeting of the morrowThe delight of happy laughterThe delight of low replies.

So heres the truth - I love you. I love everything about you the way you stick up for people even when it costs you. The way you keep trying to do the right thing even when youre not exactly sure what the right thing is. I love how you put words together. Youre as skilled with words as any knife fighter with a blade. You can put an enemy down on his back or you can raise people up so they find whats best in themselves. Youve changed my life. Youve given me the words I need to become whatever I want.I love how you talk to lytlings. You dont talk down to them. You respect them and anybody can tell youre actually interested in what they have to say.I love the way you ride a horse how you stick there like an upland thistle whooping like a Demonai. I love the way you throw back your head and stomp your feet when you dance. I love how you go after what you want whether its kisses or a queendom.I love your skin like copper dusted over with gold. And your eyes theyre the color of a forest lake shaded by evergreens. One of the secret places that only the Demonai know about.I love the scent of you when youve been out in the fresh air and that perfume you put behind your ears sometimes.Believe it or not I even love your road smell of sweat and horses and leather and wool.I want to breathe you in for the rest of my life.