"word-junkies"タグの名言

If you have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the time of her husband’s murder.


Making love to me is amazing. Wait, I meant: making love, to me, is amazing. The absence of two little commas nearly transformed me into a sex god.


My love is pizza shaped. Won’t you have a slice? It’s circular, so there’s enough to go around.


I’m a fake fact factory. The things I make are the things I make up. Also, as a side business, I make love. Actually, I just made that up.

I make love with a focus and intensity that most people reserve for sleep.

She asked if I loved another woman, so I answered honestly and said, “Dinner was great, but I could go for dessert.

My love is meatloaf flavored. I just wish my meatloaf was also meatloaf flavored.

If I could bronze my love, it’d be worthy of a silver medal.


To find out if she really loved me, I hooked her up to a lie detector. And just as I suspected, my machine was broken.


I know I'm not going to be in your head all the time. But once you know me, I'll be forever in your heart. 

I had a dream about you. You were an escalator, and I was a flight of stairs. You thought I was a Luddite, and I thought I was as ostrich, because I hadn’t figured out how to put the fly in flight. One day you broke down, and then you saw that you and I weren’t so different after all.

I had a dream about you. We installed Dr. Robert Jarvik’s artificial heart in a mannequin and brought it to life, only to later kill it because a creature that’s all fake heart and no brain is what’s commonly called a “politician,” and must be destroyed.


Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.


I love being in love, but I also love other things, like not being jealous, overly sensitive, or needy.


Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, an armour of sanity, but at the end of the day, they always come off. We reveal our naked, vulnerable, real selves.

I had a dream about you last night. I was alone on a dark night and you came to me as a firefly. I knew it was you because you were the brightest.

My heart is burning a hole in my chest and every time you speak to me, it keeps sinking, and I'm left with nothing but ashes. I wish she were talking to me, because the more she speaks to me, the more my heart flutters like a rising phoenix. -Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz

There is nothing more beautiful than a vulnerable heart in open hands.

The aching in my chest isn't because I miss you, it's realizing that you have become someone I no longer know, your fears, your 4 am thoughts, your achievements, are things I no longer have an equivalent to. Who we were and who we are are four different people, and the me from now doesn't relate to the me from then, let alone to the you from now. -Tanzy Sayadi and Jarod Kintz

I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind.