I feel myself dissolving vanishing into nothingness for if there is no one in the world who cares for you do you really exist at all

The next time youre planning to injure yourself to get my attention just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.

Stories make us more alive more human more courageous more loving.

...maybe its only fitting that relationship that started with a lie would end with one.

Poison Ivy tastes like an itch when you have it on your tongue and Id say that love tastes the same only itchier.

Love gives you wings. Icarus and the Challenger both had wings and so did my first love letter after I folded it up and flung it at my crush.

I have loved no part of the world like this and I have loved no women as I love you. Youre my human Africa. I love your smell as I love these smells. I love your dark bush as I love the bush here you change with the light as this place does so that one all the time is loving something different and yet the same. I want to spill myself out into you as I want to die here.

When you have reached the point where you no longer expect a response you will at last be able to give in such a way that the other is able to receive and be grateful. When Love has matured and through a dissolution of the self into light become a radiance then shall the Lover be liberated from dependence upon the Beloved and the Beloved also be made perfect by being liberated from the Lover.

Do you remember the first time we made love He touched his lips to hers as he said it. We rode up in the elevator like this and couldnt keep our hands off each other couldnt get to each other quick enough. I was mad for you. I wanted you more than I wanted to keep breathing. I still do. He deepened the kiss as the elevator doors opened. Its never going to change.

When love beckons to you follow himThough his ways are hard and steep.And When his wings enfold you yield to himThough the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.And When he speaks to you believe in himThough his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden...But if in your fear you would seek only loves peace and loves pleasureThen it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out ofloves threshing-floorInto the seasonless world where you shall laugh but not all of your laughter and weep but not all of your tears...But if you love and must needs have desires let these be your desiresTo melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.To know the pain of too much tenderness.To be wounded by your own understanding of loveAnd to bleed willingly and joyfully.