Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone anymore. It's just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.
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 couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason, for anything.
The one thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give enough of is love.
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children
When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.
I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.
One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.
Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.
Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.
I'm saying that I'm a moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous, borderline homicidal bitch, and I want you to promise me that you're okay with that, because it's who I am, and you're what I need.
You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection
I don't know that love changes. People change. Circumstances change.
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
