I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears your smiles your kisses...the smell of your hair the taste of your skin the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

I know that the whole pointthe only pointis tofind the things that matter and hold on to them and fight for them and refuse tolet them go.

Because if you could love someone and keep loving them without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.

What was love really Flowers chocolate and poetry Or was it something else Was it being able to finish someones jokes Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you didand shared those same beliefs

Spending time with you showed me what Ive been missing in my life.

The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline and effort and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty little unsexy ways every day.

Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums and parks and monuments and kiss you in every beautiful place so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people.

There is always something left to love.

You really love her dont you she said.With all my heart.She looked as sad as Id ever seen her.Whats your heart telling you to doI dont know.Maybe she said gentlyYoure trying to hard to hear it.

I had not intended to love him the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected and now at the first renewed view of him they spontaneously revived great and strong He made me love him without looking at me.