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.
A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.
My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours
The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood, O cross! too high to be enthrall’d to low. Or else misgraffed in respect of years, O spite! too old to be engag’d to young. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends, O hell! to choose love by another’s eye.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
If someone were to harm my family or a friend or somebody I love, I would eat them. I might end up in jail for 500 years, but I would eat them.
What’s meant to be will always find a way
Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
I’m oxygen and he’s dying to breathe.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone’s bad qualities because they somehow complete you.
Hate the sin, love the sinner.
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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