Nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love.

Love is the will to extend ones self for the purpose of nurturing ones own or anothers spiritual growth... Love is as love does. Love is an act of will -- namely both an intention and an action. Will also implies choice. We do not have to love. We choose to love.

Let me tell ya. You gotta pay attention to signs. When life reaches out with a moment like this its a sin if you dont reach back... Im telling you.

Dearest I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we cant go through another of those terrible times. And I shant recover this time. I begin to hear voices and I cant concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I dont think two people could have been happier til this terrible disease came. I cant fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I cant even write this properly. I cant read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I cant go on spoiling your life any longer. I dont think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.

The only queer people are those who dont love anybody.

Its hard to communicate anything exactly and thats why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

When you miss someone....its weirdyour body doesnt function normally..as it should. Because I miss you and my heartits not steadymy soul it sings numb. Fingers are coldlike youyour soul.

Dexter I love you so much. So so much and I probably always will. I just dont like you anymore. Im sorry.

How could he convey to someone whod never even met her the way she always smelled like rain or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room or underwater or in the piney woods of Maine bus as long as Em was with him he was at home

Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.