Im saying that Im a moody insecure narrow-minded jealous borderline homicidal bitch and I want you to promise me that youre okay with that because its who I am and youre what I need.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form thats all. You cant see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it...

From childhoods hour I have not been. As others were I have not seen. As others saw I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved I loved alone.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each others cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous but let each one of you be alone Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts but not into each others keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together yet not too near together For the pillars of the temple stand apart And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each others shadow.

If you love and get hurt love more.If you love more and hurt more love even more.If you love even more and get hurt even more love some more until it hurts no more...

Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.

When I saw you I fell in love and you smiled because you knew.

Love is a temporary madness it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness it is not excitement it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No dont blush I am telling you some truths. That is just being in love which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.