It has made me better loving you... it has made me wiser and easier and brighter. I used to want a great many things before and to be angry that I did not have them. Theoretically I was satisfied. I flattered myself that I had limited my wants. But I was subject to irritation I used to have morbid sterile hateful fits of hunger of desire. Now I really am satisfied because I cant think of anything better. Its just as when one has been trying to spell out a book in the twilight and suddenly the lamp comes in. I had been putting out my eyes over the book of life and finding nothing to reward me for my pains but now that I can read it properly I see that its a delightful story.

The moment our lips met I knew with pure and piercing certainty that I would have waited for him forever.

The thing with your hearts desire is that your heart doesnt even know what it desires until it turns up.

It may be important to great thinkers to examine the world to explain and despise it. But I think it is only important to love the world not to despise it not for us to hate each other but to be able to regard the world and ourselves and all beings with love admiration and respect.

Nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love.

Whats a fuck when what I want is love

Brods life was a slow realization that the world was not for her and that for whatever reason she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release...So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love--loving the loving of things whose existence she didnt care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love she loved loving love as love loves loving and was able in that way to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was the great and saving lie but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair to live a once-removed life in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exist.

When you miss someone....its weirdyour body doesnt function normally..as it should. Because I miss you and my heartits not steadymy soul it sings numb. Fingers are coldlike youyour soul.

Their fingers seemed to fit together in just the right way- effortlessly claspedlike perfect complements.

How could he convey to someone whod never even met her the way she always smelled like rain or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room or underwater or in the piney woods of Maine bus as long as Em was with him he was at home