This is not a goodbye my darling this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.I love you T.

I miss him in so many ways but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when youre single among a room full of couples.

There is no love sincerer than the love of food.

What greater gift than the love of a cat.

Accept the things to which fate binds you and love the people with whom fate brings you togetherbut do so with all your heart.

Please Mia he implores. Dont make me write a song.

I belong to the people I love and they belong to me--they and the love and loyaty I give them form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someones hair. And a part of you was drawn to her and a part of you resisted--wanting to ride off on your bicycle kick a stone remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought Please dont look at me. If you dont I can still turn away. And part of you thought Look at me.

If I were to live a thousand years I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives I would want to make you mine in each one.

I cannot express it but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation if I were entirely contained here My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliffs miseries and I watched and felt each from the beginning my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished and he remained I should still continue to be and if all else remained and he were annihilated the universe would turn to a mighty stranger I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods time will change it Im well aware as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath a source of little visible delight but necessary. Nelly I am Heathcliff Hes always always in my mind not as a pleasure any more than I am always a pleasure to myself but as my own being.