Im not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. Im not sure that I want to wake up.

Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart

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.

Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name Will said. You can have mine.Tessa stared at him all black and white against the black-and-white snow and stone. Your nameWill took a step toward her till they stood face-to-face. Then he reached to take her hand and slid off her glove which he put into his pocket. He held her bare hand in his his fingers curved around hers. His hand was warm and callused and his touch made her shiver. His eyes were steady and blue they were everything that Will was true and tender sharp and witty loving and kind. Marry me he said. Marry me Tess. Marry me and be called Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray or be whatever you wish to call yourself but marry me and stay with me and never leave me for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.

Real isnt how you are made said the Skin Horse. Its a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long long time not just to play with but REALLY loves you then you become Real.Does it hurt asked the Rabbit. Sometimes said the Skin Horse for he was always truthful. When you are Real you dont mind being hurt. Does it happen all at once like being wound up he asked or bit by bit It doesnt happen all at once said the Skin Horse. You become. It takes a long time. Thats why it doesnt happen often to people who break easily or have sharp edges or who have to be carefully kept. Generally by the time you are Real most of your hair has been loved off and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things dont matter at all because once you are Real you cant be ugly except to people who dont understand.

I met an old lady once almost a hundred years old and she told me There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over all through history. How much do you love me And Whos in charge

This is what love does It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters build the scenery guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible endlessly possible. And when its just the two of you alone in a room you can pretend that this is how it is this is how it will be.

The greatest disease in the West today is not TB or leprosy it is being unwanted unloved and uncared for. We can cure physical diseases with medicine but the only cure for loneliness despair and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread but there are many more dying for a little love. The poverty in the West is a different kind of poverty -- it is not only a poverty of loneliness but also of spirituality. Theres a hunger for love as there is a hunger for God.

Kissing - and I mean like yummy smacking kissing - is the most delicious most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do bar none. Better than sex hands down.

Shall I compare thee to a summers day Thou art more lovely and more temperate Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May And summers lease hath all too short a date Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines And too often is his gold complexion dimmd And every fair from fair sometimes declines By chance or natures changing course untrimmd By thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest Nor shall Death brag thou wanderst in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou growest So long as men can breathe or eyes can see So long lives this and this gives life to thee.