Sonnet 130My mistress eyes are nothing like the sunCoral is far more red than her lips redIf snow be white why then her breasts are dunIf hairs be wires black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damaskd red and whiteBut no such roses see I in her cheeksAnd in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing soundI grant I never saw a goddess goMy mistress when she walks treads on the ground And yet by heaven I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

Late FragmentAnd did you get whatyou wanted from this life even soI did.And what did you wantTo call myself beloved to feel myselfbeloved on the earth.

I cant promise not to make you mad. I cant promise that I wont hurt you. All I can promise is that I want you in my life and Ill do anything to keep you there.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous Why did he have to stand so close and why did I still love him so much

I hadnt been out to the hives before so to start off she gave me a lesson in what she called bee yard etiquette. She reminded me that the world was really one bee yard and the same rules work fine in both places. Dont be afraid as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still dont be an idiot wear long sleeves and pants. Dont swat. Dont even think about swatting. If you feel angry whistle. Anger agitates while whistling melts a bees temper. Act like you know what youre doing even if you dont. Above all send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.

I told him I was going to betray you and betray Lyra and he believed me because I was corrupt and full of wickedness he looked so deep I felt sure hed see the truth. But I lied too well. I was lying with every nerve and fiber and everything Id ever done...I wanted him to find no good in me and he didnt. There is none.

We should love not fall in love because everything that falls gets broken.

If you love deeply youre going to get hurt badly. But its still worth it.

None of us can choose where we shall love...

The first time hed held her hand it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.