Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom…I wouldn’t wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

Escríbeme, Emmi. Escribir es como besar, pero sin labios. Escribir es besar con la mente.

I know you think I’m crazy. Maybe that’s because I am. About life, about this moment, about you.

It’s not about saying your sorry, or expecting me to forgive you. It’s about showing love and respect to the people in your life each day you get to breathe. It’s about taking responsibility for...

When your tears become invisible, disappear

I love to hear the story of how stars sacrifice their life to receive only one memorable kiss from the Earth.

Her silhouette never has regrets.

Think of that person you knew when you were a kid, who you always thought you could have loved completely and forever.Well, you could have. It’s the truth, and it’s the saddest and simplest thing....

Even if the two lovers are mature and experienced people who know that broken hearts heal in the end and can clearly foresee that, if they once steeled themselves to go through the present agony...

I have a question for you. “If your shadow is the second most beautiful thing in the world, which is the first?”.

The moon is too old, the flower is too old;even the sunset is not enough. The only relevant metaphor for you is your mirror image.

he woman Caeiro fell in love with. I have no idea who she was, and I intend to never find out, not even out of curiosity. There are things of which the soul refuses to...

We talked about all the decades to come and how they would never be enough.

You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.

….finally I see that it’s never been me, just a blanket that keeps you warm. Easily tossed alongwhen something flashier or someone prettier comes along. Your heart I held so carefully, I see, this was...

The breeze carried the music into the distant country plains, past the bullet trains, across the majestic cornfields and the Christmas tree farms. The music swept past the Georgia orange trees, the droning honeybees, and...

My favorite thing you do is stop me in the middle of whatever I’m doing to tell me you love me.

It’ like he has the ability to take on some of my pain. I feel so much better around him. Stronger. And he is willing to take my pain. He wants to bear it with...

I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you’re sick and when you’re lonesome.

I’ve long suspected myself of being a suspicious person. But that’s OK, because suspicious people make better lovers, right?

Mr. Thorton love Margaret! Why, Margraret would never think of him, I’m sure! Such a thing has never entered her head.” “Entering her heart would do.

our two postcard hearts were frightened in unison under the tenacious look of the unfathomable old man who kept on eating one banana after another

My ballsack drives me nuts. Jogging has got to be the floppiest sport. Definitely not for lovers. Gentlemen prefer gymnastics.

the death of a great man demands the birth of a great son

There is a good things to those who wait..

Alas, is even Love too weak to unlock the heart and let it speak? Are even lovers powerless to reveal To one another what indeed they feel?

My love, there is no plan B.

I’ll kill him.

you are waiting.waiting for her.her time,love,care,smile.everything for her.you are hidingmany ways that she should not know.she may be knows you.you wait for her voice,her chat with you,you get irritate sometimes her anger or too much...

In entirety, valentine is a FUCKING DAY, rather than the sanctity of its literal meaning.

I can do this… I can start over. I can save my own life and I’m never going to be alone as long as I have stars to wish on and people to still love.

I wish that love could be broken down the way it breaks me down.

I’m the one who will always watch over you. Always be there to fuck you back to your senses when you need it, the one who will never let you die. I pull my shirt...

If it’s the right person, it’s easy.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.

Maybe we were together in another life…in a parallel universe, maybe our paths are not supposed to cross twice, maybe your arms are not supposed to go around me. I hear about you now &...

How envious I am that the sun may kiss your porcelain skin and forever change how the world sees you.

Then Percy let go of his tiny ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.

Lover,” she whispers, and closes her eyes.It falls upon her.Love is like dying.

The world is thinningand the earth…it’s still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been.

For those who have true love, have no limits of expressing their love to one another yet it is a sad fact that those who are searching for love, fear expressing their love to even...

Why bring him in my life at all when he never was meant to stay?

Ridges of muscle on his stomach rose under his skin like divisions on a slab of chocolate. He held her close by the light of an oil lamp, and he shone as though he had...

we are not leaving anyone behind we have to stick togheter in order to stay safe.

Love someone because their soul inspires you, not because you’re interested in the relief from loneliness and companionship they can provide. Anybody can do that. Not just anybody can show you to yourself.

It’s when I’m around some people that my entire vocabulary goes on vacation. Like now

Layla, sweetheart, you haven’t had the right experience and apparently were not with the right people.

While you’re singing something romantic, I can’t get the lyrics to ‘Love and Marriage’ out of my head, and that tune always reminds me of the jingle from Jeopardy.