“Librarians are novel lovers.”
“I have now created a season for you I have now grown the sun for you!”
“All my feelings were set ablaze by the ink.”
“I want to be your shelter,” he whispered. “I want to be your shield.”
“This dangerous girl. This captivating beauty. This destroyer of worlds and creator of wonder.”
“One of the best lovers in Hollywood. What would a title like that encompass exactly? she wondered. Technique? Enthusiasm? Or was it more about equipment?”
“(…) para se dar um belo encontro têm de ser as pessoas certas e o momento certo.”
“Love falls in love with love; comes like an echo sounding back, searches its mirrored shadow within a look. ”
“It s not the end. It s the beginning.”
“I am your moon and your moonlight too I am your flower garden and your water too I have come all this way, eager for you Without shoes or shawl I want you to laugh To kill all your worries To love you To nourish you.”
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don t finally meet somewhere. They re in each other all along.”
“Lovers don t finally meet somewhere. They re in each other all along.”
“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.”
“All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else.”
“Though lovers be lost love shall not.”
“She didn t belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone. People always thought she was too wonderful to belong to them or that something too wonderful would hurt too much to lose. And that s why she liked him-- because he just thought she was crazy.”
“Was I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet your sweet ass I was hurt. Who doesn t feel a part of their heart break at rejection. You ask yourself every question you can think of, what, why, how come, and then your sadness turns to anger. That s my favorite part. It drives me, feeds me, and makes one hell of a story.”