Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose and depression is the mechanism of that despair.

I will love you even when I am dust on the wind.

Man...heats up like a lightbulb red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly over a low heat like tasty stew. But then once she has heated up theres no stopping her.

sometimes no matter how many eyelashes or dandelion seeds you blow no matter how much of your heart you tear out and slap on your sleeve it just aint gonna happen.

Sometimes the one who is running from the LifeDeathLife nature insists on thinking of love as a boon only. Yet love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase one aspect of love and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased away and surfaces another time. To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings and many many beginnings- all in the same relationship.

Im not a warrior or a goddess I said at last.Adrian leaned closer. As far as Im concerned youre both.

But everyone disappears no matter who loves them.

Almost all the time you tell yourself youre loving somebody when youre just using them. This only looks like love.

Its like Im thirteen again and hes my crush. All Im aware of in this entire roomful of people is him. Where he is what hes doing who hes talking to.

I feeland I have reason to believethat we could come to mean something to each other.