“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.”
“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.”
“In this world, it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. But I am already lost. I will look for someone to find myself in.”
“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”
“I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.”
“Everyone is asleep. They ve all been asleep for years. You seemed ... awake. Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens them again. I m tired of sleeping.”
“Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.”
“When you’re in love, you’re capable of learning everything and knowing things you had never dared even to think, because love is the key to understanding of all the the mysteries.”
“She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation. In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said, what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?”
“I love you more. I love you enough to let you go and live your dream. I tilted my head and shrugged. Don t you see....? I love you more. He smiled softly and I brushed some hair off his forehead. Running the backs of my fingers down his cheek, I whispered, And, yes, I will miss you, more than you could possibly imagine, but I know that you have to do this Kellan. And you know it too. Stubbornly he shook his head. No, I know that I have to be with you. Everything else is just .... details.”
“I don’t want to love him—this would be so much simpler if I didn’t. But I do. He’s funny, and passionate, and strong, and he believes in me more than I even believe in myself. When he looks at me, I feel like I could take on the whole world and come out standing tall. I like myself better when I’m with him, because of how he sees me. He makes me feel beautiful and powerful, like I’m the most important thing in the world, and I don’t know how to walk away from that. I don’t know how to walk away from him.”
“Journeys end in lovers meeting.”
“She had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.”