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    C.J. Carlyon
    “Love me like Saturday night, like three glasses of champagne, like the room is spinning, like you're drunk on my love.”
    C.J. Carlyon

  • #2
    C.J. Carlyon
    “She was the wish of his life. He didn’t know how else to say it. He didn’t even know that he could really explain, just that every time he saw her he felt his bones might break under the weight of his wanting. His longing for her.”
    C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

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    C.J. Carlyon
    “He loved her like the first time every time. Like the first time all the time.”
    C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

  • #4
    C.J. Carlyon
    “It is more than love, barely less than madness. It’s never close enough.”
    C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

  • #5
    C.J. Carlyon
    “The dreamy days and sticky nights of summer were already calling, as if anything could happen.”
    C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

  • #6
    C.J. Carlyon
    “I’m jealous of the cherries that have been in your mouth,” he said, “that they get to make your lips so red.” He kissed her softly, teasing her tongue with his, a lustful wet caress, and Austen was suspended in air. “I’m jealous of every single day before today that I didn’t get to spend with you.”
    C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

  • #7
    Haruki Murakami
    “I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “You who never arrived
    in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
    from the start,
    I don't even know what songs
    would please you. I have given up trying
    to recognize you in the surging wave of
    the next moment. All the immense
    images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
    cities, towers, and bridges, and un-
    suspected turns in the path,
    and those powerful lands that were once
    pulsing with the life of the gods--
    all rise within me to mean
    you, who forever elude me.

    You, Beloved, who are all
    the gardens I have ever gazed at,
    longing. An open window
    in a country house-- , and you almost
    stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced
    upon,--
    you had just walked down them and vanished.
    And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
    were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
    my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same
    bird echoed through both of us
    yesterday, separate, in the evening... ”
    rainer maria rilke

  • #9
    Walt Whitman
    “We were together. I forget the rest.”
    Walt Whitman

  • #10
    Cheryl Strayed
    “Let yourself be gutted. Let it open you. Start here.”
    Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

  • #11
    Joan Didion
    “...quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage.”
    Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

  • #12
    Natsuki Takaya
    “Don't get lost. Give it a try. Go find the place that you're wishing for.”
    Natsuki Takaya

  • #13
    Charles Bukowski
    “I will remember the kisses
    our lips raw with love
    and how you gave me
    everything you had
    and how I
    offered you what was left of
    me,
    and I will remember your small room
    the feel of you
    the light in the window
    your records
    your books
    our morning coffee
    our noons our nights
    our bodies spilled together
    sleeping
    the tiny flowing currents
    immediate and forever
    your leg my leg
    your arm my arm
    your smile and the warmth
    of you
    who made me laugh
    again.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #14
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #15
    C.J. Carlyon
    “When she remembered a summer it would be this one. When she remembered love it would be his.”
    C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

  • #16
    C.J. Carlyon
    “Lips that have tasted the salt of tears always give the sweetest kiss.”
    C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

  • #17
    C.J. Carlyon
    “He didn't pick her; you don't choose who you fall in love with any more than you choose the shape of your bones.”
    C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

  • #18
    C.J. Carlyon
    “He kisses me like he misses me, even before I have to go.”
    C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

  • #19
    Klaus Kinski
    “I've solved the mystery: You have to submit silently. Open up, let go. Let anything penetrate you, even the most painful things. Endure. Bear up. That's the magic key! The text comes by itself, and its meaning shakes the soul ... You mustn't let scar tissue form on your wounds; you have to keep ripping them open in order to turn your insides into a marvelous instrument that is capable of anything. All this has its price.”
    Klaus Kinski

  • #20
    C.J. Carlyon
    “Sometimes too late is just in time.”
    C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

  • #21
    C.J. Carlyon
    “I would rather be destroyed by you than loved by anyone else.”
    C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House

  • #22
    Charles Bukowski
    “I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #23
    Gustave Flaubert
    “I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports... When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.”
    Gustave Flaubert

  • #24
    Sharon Olds
    “... sometimes I can feel it, the way we are
    pouring slowly toward a curve and around it
    through something dark and soft, and we are bound to
    each other.”
    Sharon Olds

  • #25
    Nora Ephron
    “Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.”
    Nora Ephron

  • #26
    C.J. Carlyon
    “french kisses
    french fries
    him
    tonight”
    C.J. Carlyon

  • #27
    Julio Cortázar
    “What most people call loving consists of picking out a woman and marrying her. They pick her out, I swear, I’ve seen them. As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. They probably say that they pick her out because-they-love-her, I think it’s just the siteoppo. Beatrice wasn’t picked out, Juliet wasn’t picked out. You don’t pick out the rain that soaks you to a skin when you come out of a concert.”
    Julio Cortazar

  • #28
    Oscar Wilde
    “If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #29
    C.J. Carlyon
    “I still think about you at night
    you come back to me with the stars.”
    C.J. Carlyon

  • #30
    C.J. Carlyon
    “Just remember that people who are known for their looks are rarely known for anything else.”
    C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House



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