The more one judges the less one loves.

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe weve lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them weve found each other. And maybe each time weve been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.

Sometimes when Im alone I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train the kisses in the arena.

One wordFrees us of all the weight and pain of lifeThat word is love.

What is hell I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches only writes to keeps little photographs of.

We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us the people who really matter. Too much of the time we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us people that dont even matter while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets Its time to put an end to this. Its time for us to let ourselves be loved.

The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.

Im not sentimental--Im as romantic as you are. The idea you knowis that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they wont.

My dearFind what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.For all things will kill you both slowly and fastly but its much better to be killed by a lover. Falsely yours