The love of learning the sequestered nooksAnd all the sweet serenity of books

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone whos in love gets sad when they think of their lover. Its like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of one you havent seen in a long time.

She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend Rudy Steiner soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchists suit collection. She kissed him long and soft and when she pulled herself away she touched his mouth with her fingers...She did not say goodbye. She was incapable and after a few more minutes at his side she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on...

How do you spell love - PigletYou dont spell it...you feel it. - Pooh

Before you Bella my life was like a moonless night. Very dark but there were stars points of light and reason. ...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire there was brilliancy there was beauty. When you were gone when the meteor had fallen over the horizon everything went black. Nothing had changed but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldnt see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.

If someone were to harm my family or a friend or somebody I love I would eat them. I might end up in jail for 500 years but I would eat them.

Look after my heart - Ive left it with you.

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.

I crave your mouth your voice your hair.Silent and starving I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me dawn disrupts me all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh your hands the color of a savage harvest hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body the sovereign nose of your arrogant face I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes and I pace around hungry sniffing the twilight hunting for you for your hot heart Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Was it hard I ask.Letting goNot as hard as holding on to something that wasnt real.