We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory there is no true loss.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame very pretty often hot and fierce but still only light and flickering. As love grows older our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals deep-burning and unquenchable.

Its one thing to fall in love. Its another to feel someone else fall in love with you and to feel a responsibility toward that love.

I loved her against reason against promise against peace against hope against happiness against all discouragement that could be.

I thought we were a real love relationship. I did. I was very invested in love but it was just this long long sex thing that could end at any moment because after all its just about getting off. Almost all the time you tell yourself youre loving somebody when youre just using them. This only looks like love.

Ye are Blood of my Blood and Bone of my BoneI give ye my Body that we Two might be One.I give ye my Spirit til our Life shall be Done.

Neither love nor evil conquers all but evil cheats more.

Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.

He wasnt the type for displays of affection either verbal or not. He was disgusted by couples that made out in the hallways between classes and got annoyed at even the slightest sappy moments in movies. But I knew he cared about me he just conveyed it more subtly as concise with expressing this emotion as he was with everything else. It was in the way hed put his hand on the small of my back for instance or how hed smile at me when I said something that surprised him. Once I might have wanted more but Id come around to his way of thinking in the time wed been together. And we were together all the time. So he didnt have to prove how he felt about me. Like so much else I should just know.

One should always be in love. Thats the reason one should never marry.