In a perfect world you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart youll never see again.

To be fully seen by somebody then and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too.

I love you as certain dark things are loved secretly between the shadow and the soul.

Watch out for intellectbecause it knows so much it knows nothingand leaves you hanging upside downmouthing knowledge as your heartfalls out of your mouth.

I will love you always. When this red hair is white I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your faceI will treasure you all the more because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you Meredith and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.

For my part I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

I wonder how many people dont get the one they want but end up with the one theyre supposed to be with.

Stop fighting me he said trying to pull on the arm he held.He was in a precarious position himself straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.Let go of me I yelled back.But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail enough so that I wasnt in total danger of falling again.See heres the thing. In that moment before I let go I really had been contemplating my death. Id come to terms with it and accepted it. I also however had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free.I looked him in the eye. I will always love you.Then I plunged the stake into his chest.It wasnt as precise a blow as I would have liked not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me stunned and his lips parted almost into a smile albeit a grisly and pained one.Thats what I was supposed to say. . . he gasped out.Those were his last words.

You couldnt relive your life skipping the awful parts without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole--like the world or the person you loved.