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  • #1
    Richard Siken
    “You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.”
    Richard Siken, Crush
    tags: love

  • #2
    John Green
    “As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #3
    Alfred Tennyson
    “Tis better to have loved and lost
    Than never to have loved at all.”
    Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam

  • #4
    Pablo Neruda
    “Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
    Pablo Neruda, Love: Ten Poems

  • #5
    Miranda July
    “Finally, in a low whisper, he said, ‘I think I might be a terrible person.’ For a split second I believed him - I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.”
    Miranda July, The First Bad Man
    tags: love

  • #6
    Mikko Harvey
    “The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”
    Mikko Harvey

  • #7
    Richard Siken
    “How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?”
    Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

  • #8
    Emily Brontë
    “He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #9
    Thomas Merton
    “The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them”
    Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island

  • #10
    Vincent van Gogh
    “I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.”
    Vincent Van Gogh

  • #11
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

  • #12
    Oscar Wilde
    “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
    Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

  • #13
    Nicole Krauss
    “Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”
    Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

  • #14
    C.S. Lewis
    “To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
    C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

  • #15
    Alfred Tennyson
    “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
    Alfred Tennyson

  • #16
    Natalie Babbitt
    “Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don't have to live forever, you just have to live.”
    Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

  • #17
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “your handwriting. the way you walk. which china pattern you choose. it's all giving you away. everything you do shows your hand. everything is a self portrait. everything is a diary.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

  • #18
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets



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