Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

A purpose of human life no matter who is controlling it is to love whoever is around to be loved.

Well nowIf little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving youLittle by littleIf suddenly you forget meDo not look for meFor I shall already have forgotten youIf you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have rootsRememberThat on that day at that hour I shall lift my armsAnd my roots will set off to seek another land

Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we dont know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness of witherings of tarnishings.

I have something I need to tell you he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands and look back at him. I might be in love with you. He smiles a little. Im waiting until Im sure to tell you though.Thats sensible of you I say smiling too. We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something.I feel his laughter against my side his nose sliding along my jaw his lips pressing my ear.Maybe Im already sure he says and I just dont want to frighten you.I laugh a little. Then you should know better.Fine he says. Then I love you.

I carry your heart with me I carry it in my heartI am never without it anywhereI go you gomy dear and whatever is done by only me is your doingmy darlingI fear no fate for you are my fatemy sweetI want no world for beautiful you are my worldmy trueand its you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knowshere is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life which growshigher than the soul can hope or mind can hideand this is the wonder thats keeping the stars apartI carry your heart I carry it in my heart

You dont love someone because theyre perfect you love them in spite of the fact that theyre not.

Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art and art wasnt supposed to look nice it was supposed to make you feel something.

If hes not calling you its because you are not on his mind. If he creates expectations for you and then doesnt follow through on little things he will do same for big things. Be aware of this and realize that hes okay with disappointing you. Dont be with someone who doesnt do what they say theyre going to do. If hes choosing not to make a simple effort that would put you at ease and bring harmony to a recurring fight then he doesnt respect your feelings and needs. Busy is another word for asshole. Asshole is another word for the guy youre dating. You deserve a fcking phone call.