Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time.

I cant sleep I cant eat I cant do anything but think about him. At night I dream of him all day I wait to see him and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.

We can live without religion and meditation but we cannot survive without human affection.

Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit so whats your favorite color punk

Someday after mastering the winds the waves the tides and gravity we shall harness for God the energies of love and then for a second time in the history of the world man will have discovered fire.

To love is good too love being difficult. For one human being to love another that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks the ultimate the last test and proof the work for which all other work is but preparation...Love is a high inducement to the individual to ripen to become something in himself to become world for himself for anothers sake it is a great exacting claim upon him something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.

What I cannot love I overlook.

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent But I was too young to know how to love her...

If love be rough with you be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

When she opened her eyes she was both in her body and watching it nowhere near the cavity of the tree. The Blue that was before her stood inches from a boy in an Aglionby sweater. There was a slight stoop to his posture and his shoulders were spattered darkly with rain. It was his fingers that Blue felt on her face. He touched her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Tears coursed down the other Blues face. Though some strange magic Blue could feel them on her face as well. She could feel too sick rising misery shed felt in the churchyard the grief that felt bigger than her. The other Blues tears seemed endless. One drop slid after another each following an identical path down her cheeks.The boy in the Aglionby sweater leaned his forehead against Blues. She felt the pressure of his skin against hers and suddenly she could smell mint. Itll be okay. Gansey told the other Blue. She could tell that he was afraid. Itll be okay.Impossibly Blue realized that this other Blue was crying because she loved Gansey. And that the reason Gansey touched her like that his fingers so careful with her was because he knew that her kiss could kill him. She could feel how badly the other Blue wanted to kiss him even as she dreaded it. Though she couldnt understand why her real present day memories in the tree cavity were clouded with other false memories of their lips nearly touching a life this other Blue had already lived.Okay Im ready- Ganseys voice caught just a little. Blue kiss me.