We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us were wrong. Someone we trust.

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears your smiles your kisses...the smell of your hair the taste of your skin the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

The strongest love is the love that can demonstrate its fragility.

I know that the whole pointthe only pointis tofind the things that matter and hold on to them and fight for them and refuse tolet them go.

Snapes patronus was a doe said Harry the same as my mothers because he loved her for nearly all of his life from when they were children.

Because if you could love someone and keep loving them without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.

What was love really Flowers chocolate and poetry Or was it something else Was it being able to finish someones jokes Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you didand shared those same beliefs

i like my body when it is with yourbody. It is so quite new a thing.Muscles better and nerves more.i like your body. i like what it doesi like its hows. i like to feel the spineof your body and its bones and the trembling-firm-smooth ness and which i willagain and again and againkiss i like kissing this and that of youi like slowly stroking the shocking fuzzof your electric fur and what-is-it comesover parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbsand possibly i like the thrillof under me you so quite new.

True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.

You say you love rain but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind but when it comes you close your windows. So thats why Im scared when you say you love me.