sex is the consolation you have when you cant have love

Yes I was infatuated with you I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldnt stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body I must give my thoughts my mind my dreams. And you werent having any of those.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds Or bends with the remover to remove. O no it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken It is the star to every wandring barque Whose worths unknown although his height be taken. Loves not Times fool though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickles compass come Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved I never writ nor no man ever loved.

Love is how you stay alive even after you are gone.

Im oxygen and hes dying to breathe.

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too.

True love is not so much a matter of romance as it is a matter of anxious concern for the well-being of ones companion.

Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad only do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you Oh God it is unutterable I can not live without my life I can not live without my soul

Watch out for intellectbecause it knows so much it knows nothingand leaves you hanging upside downmouthing knowledge as your heartfalls out of your mouth.

Find what you love and let it kill you.