Lovers and madmen have such seething brainsSuch shaping fantasies that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.The lunatic the lover and the poetAre of imagination all compactOne sees more devils than vast hell can holdThat is the madman the lover all as franticSees Helens beauty in a brow of EgyptThe poets eye in fine frenzy rollingDoth glance from heaven to earth from earth to heavenAnd as imagination bodies forthThe forms of things unknown the poets penTurns them to shapes and gives to airy nothingA local habitation and a name.

I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

Let me love you but dont love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me feel like I have some control because I know I never do.

Before I wanted to say I found love But now I want to say I found a person. And he belongs to me and I belong to him.

I am the most miserable person who ever lived he said... You are young and in love said Primus. Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.

One of the most frustrating words in the human language as far as I could tell was love.So much meaning attached to this one little word. People bandied it about freely using it todescribe their attachments to possessions pets vacation destinations and favorite foods. In thesame breath they then applied this word to the person they considered most important in theirlives. Wasnt that insulting Shouldnt there be some other term to describe deeper emotion

You and I have a love so secret that not even you know about it. But first let me introduce myself.

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.

The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one positionCounting an endless repetition.