So what I want to know is why it is that I can no longer find you in my mind. You are still there just but you are there like a ghost a will o the wisp. Not long ago you burned--your heart burned--in my mind like silver fire. But after that night in the inn it became patchy and dim and now it is not there at all.Could it be that the heart that you seek is no longer my own I have given my heart to another.The boy The one in the inn With the unicornYes.You should have let me take it back then for my sisters and me. We could have been young again well into the next age of the world. Your boy will break it or waste it or lose it. They all do.Nonetheless he has my heart. I hope your sisters will not be too hard on you when you return to them without it.

A real relationship is two-way.

So he called to her back Just out of curiosity you know purely conversation and all at what age will you be entertaining offers of marriageYou think itll be so easy she called back over her shoulder. No way. There will be tasks. Like in a fairy tale.Sounds dangerous.Very so think twice.No need he said. Youre worth it.

Perhaps all the questions we ask of love to measure test probe and save it have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved that is we demand something love from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.

He loved her.Jay Heaton her best friend since childhood was in love with her. He didnt say it but she knew that it was true.And the part that really freaked her out the part that caught her completely off guard is that he wasnt alone. Because even though shed been denying it for a long long time it had always been there... waiting beneath the surface of their friendship. And now that it was out there was no going back. And it was so weird to even be thinking it but...... she was in love with him too.

I might kiss you.I might be bad at it.Thats not possible.

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

A love story can never be about full possession. The happy marriage the requited love the desire that never dims--these are lucky eventualites but they arent love stories. Love stories depend on disappointment on unequal births and feuding families on matrimonial boredom and at least one cold heart. Love stories nearly without exception give love a bad name.We value love not because its stronger than death but because its weaker. Say what you want about love death will finish it. You will not go on loving in the grave not in any physical way that will at all resemble love as we know it on earth. The perishable nature of love is what gives love its importance in our lives. If it were endless if it were on tap love wouldnt hit us the way it does.And we certainly wouldnt write about it.

I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest -- blest beyond what language can express because I am my husbands life as fully as he is mine.