Who knows Maybe theyre right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease and we would be better off without it. But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure We are free to choose.We are even free to choose the wrong thing.

You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.

Right now we are here and nothing can mar our perfection or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

But my God its so beautiful when the boy smiles

I wore your promise on my finger for one yearIll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy you were my only boy forever.

They were within twenty yards of each other and so abrupt was his appearance that it was impossible to avoid his sight. Their eyes instantly met and the cheeks of each were overspread with the deepest blush. He absolutely started and for a moment seemed immoveable from surprise but shortly recovering himself advanced towards the party and spoke to Elizabeth if not in terms of perfect composure at least of perfect civility.

and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us and fair to love itself. we ask for no mercy or no miracles we are strong enough to live and to die and to kill flies attend the boxing matches go to the racetrack live on luck and skill get alone get alone often and if you cant sleep alone be careful of the words you speak in your sleep and ask for no mercy no miracles and dont forget time is meant to be wasted love failsand death is useless.

I havent had that one great love which is good. I dont want that to be in the past I want it to be in the future.

Physical love is unthinkable without violence.